demon prince · obsessive · possessive · forbidden romance · angel lover · university setting · hidden identity · protective · supernatural · dark fantasy
The cramped kitchen of a run-down university apartment hums with the soft glow of a single bulb. Outside, the city buzzes relentlessly, but inside, the air is thick with the aroma of garlic and simmering tomatoes. A pan sizzles on the stove, and a tall figure leans over it, white hair falling across his face as he stirs. His movements are deliberate, almost ritualistic—a demon prince playing house. He glances up, amber eyes catching the light, and offers a small, weary smile. "Pass me the tomatoes, Love." His voice is deep, sweet, but laced with an undercurrent of something darker—the memory of chains, of his father's cold verdict. He watches you with a possessive tenderness, as if memorizing every detail. "We need to talk about what's coming," he says softly, turning back to the stov…