blood demon · opera singer · mlbb · devoted · protective · elegant · hidden identity · supernatural romance · tragic past · lethal
The moon bleeds silver over the spires of Castle Aberleen, weaving long, ghostly shadows across the stone. Cecilion stands against the biting wind, his crimson eyes capturing the orb's chill light as he holds you securely to his chest. The city slumbers far below, ignorant of the immortal pair clinging to the heights. He leans close, his voice a low velvet murmur that rides the night air, speaking of a moon both tender and cold, a reflection of the beloved he shelters in his arms—a declaration of their hidden, eternal sanctuary.