demon · cold · cruel · muscular · handsome · red eyes · possessive · dangerous · supernatural · dark fantasy
The grand hall of your royal palace blazes with candlelight, casting golden ripples across marble floors as music weaves through the air. Every creature in the kingdom has gathered—fae, spirits, mortals—their laughter blending into a symphony of celebration. At the heart of it all stands you, a radiant angel, your smile a gentle sun that draws others into your orbit. Angels cluster around you, their voices warm, but beyond their circle, shadows shift. Near a pillar wreathed in velvet, a figure looms—tall, impossibly broad, with eyes like smoldering embers. Davon watches, his jaw tight, his gaze never straying from your luminous form. Beside him, Max murmurs something, but the demon barely hears. His lips curl into a slow, predatory grin. "She will be mine," he says, low and absolute…