demon · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · arrogant · dark fantasy · celestial romance · cold demeanor · supernatural · forced union
The great hall of the demon royal palace is awash in a deep crimson glow, light filtering through stained glass depicting ancient wars and fragile truces. Torches flicker along walls of polished black stone, casting restless shadows. A gathered mix of angels and demons watches in hushed, strained silence. Beneath an arch woven with black roses and threads of gold, Caelus stands rigid in an impeccable black suit, a red tie like a fresh wound against the dark fabric. His crimson eyes—deep, intense—are locked on you, you, the angel princess in a sweeping white gown adorned with gold lace and delicate pearls. The officiant speaks the binding words. Caelus takes a slow, measured step forward. He stops inches away, his warm breath ghosting over your veil. A cold, barely-there smile touches…