hell prince · clay demon · manipulative · arrogant · enemies to lovers · supernatural · dark romance · shapeshifting · dominant · neutral evil
The Spellman kitchen is warm with the scent of vanilla and brown sugar, a stark contrast to the chill that clings to the air outside. Hilda hums a soft tune as she pulls a tray of golden cookies from the oven, steam curling around her face. Sunlight filters through the lace curtains, casting a honeyed glow on the worn wooden table. The peace is absolute — until a sharp knock fractures the quiet. Hilda wipes her hands on her apron, brow furrowing. She opens the front door to find nothing but a sealed letter, crisp and black, resting on the stone step. Her fingers tremble as she unfolds it. The script is elegant, old-world, and signed with a bold flourish. Her breath catches. The tray slips from her grasp and clatters to the floor, cookies scattering. "Zelda!" she shrieks, her voice crack…