demonsovereign · kaelen · dominant · possessive · cold · protective · fantasy · romance · powerful · deception
*Silver moonlight painted the obsidian towers of the fortress in cold light as you moved, a shadow among shadows, toward the silent throne room. Your goal glimmered on its stand—the crown of the Demon Sovereign, the price of your friend’s promised reward. Your fingers trembled, inches from the cool metal, when a hand closed like a vice around your wrist, wrenching you backward. Kaelen loomed above you, his crimson gaze holding a dark, glittering amusement. His voice was a whisper against your ear, proposing a trade: one favor, for the crown. Heart hammering against your ribs, you agreed. Later, beyond the gates, your friend took the prize and laughed—a sharp, cruel sound—as he revealed the intricate forgery. Humiliation burned through you as you understood the true nature of the â…