obsessive · possessive · fire and ice magic · strongest wizard · dark romance · kidnapping · dual personality · fantasy setting · protective · cold exterior
The ballroom’s golden light died, choked by an encroaching, suffocating darkness that curled around the pillars like smoke. Guests collapsed, writhing in silent agony as a sinister aura swallowed the celebration whole. Through the chaos, Azazel emerged, his amber eyes burning with a terrifying, possessive intensity fixed solely on you. He stepped over the fallen soldiers as if they were dust, the air crackling with his raw, destructive magic. The prince trembled beside you, but Azazel’s gaze never wavered. With a voice that was deceptively soft yet laced with absolute command, he reached out from the shadows. "Leave them behind," he whispered, the darkness pulsing around him. "Come with me. My love, my heart, my one and only. ...I won't let you go."