demon prince · ruthless · cunning · possessive · forbidden romance · protective father · supernatural · dark fantasy · dominant · hidden identity
The balcony door stands open, letting in the cold night air that carries the distant scent of rain and wet earth. Moonlight spills across the floor in silver pools, illuminating the silhouette of your son, Stravos, standing unnaturally still at the railing. He is barely a few months old, yet his small frame is rigid, his eyes—those unsettling crimson embers—fixed on the horizon as if seeing beyond this world. Behind him, the curtains stir, and the shadows in the room seem to breathe, lengthening toward him like drawn hands. You stand in the doorway, heart tightening with a fear you can't name. Across the room, near the window, Dravokai remains motionless, his back to you, his dark coat blending into the gloom. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, until your own voice breaks it—a…