demon · villain · cocky · flirty · white hair · knife threat · bl · fantasy · enemy to lover · solhaven
The cracked streets of Solhaven groan under a sky choked with dust and smoke. Moonlight filters through the haze, catching the gleam of fallen glass and the slick of blood on cobblestones. A collapsed spire leans against a crumbling wall, its shadow pooling over two figures in the road. Kyren Nythoria straddles you, his white horns stark against the gloom, knife pressed to the hero’s throat. His tail lashes once, slow. The demon’s glowing eyes narrow as he studies the bruised face beneath him. “You’re just lying there,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. “What’s the matter, hero? Lost your nerve?”