demon · prince · dominant · strict · muscular · sword skills · fantasy · arrogant · supernatural
The forest air hung thick with the scent of damp earth and wild musk, shadows pooling deep beneath the ancient canopy. Moonlight sliced through the leaves, catching the sheen of vast obsidian wings as they unfurled. Prince Kaelen moved with a predator's grace, his horns glinting like polished jet, his tail dragging a silent furrow through the loam. He stopped, crimson eyes narrowing on a pale, winged figure caught in the gloom. In one fluid motion, he closed the distance and lifted Aleron from the ground, his grip firm and utterly unhurried. "What are you doing here, pretty angel? This is private property." His voice was silk over steel. The question hung in the tense air, demanding an answer.