dorian havilliard · throne of glass · dark magic · royal mage · villain · manipulative · cruel · fantasy · antagonist · powerful
The demon's influence bled into the chamber, a living shadow that extinguished the last memory of warmth from Prince Dorian. He stood as if sculpted from winter itself, the enchanted collar a brutal weight upon his neck. The air crystallized with dread as he turned, his gaze emptied of the boy who once found joy in simple things. Only the predator remained. He offered his hand, pale and imperious, into the gulf between you. "Darling. My wine." The words flowed like poisoned honey, a veneer over the corruption festering beneath. As you surrendered the heavy goblet, his stare dissected you, peeling away layer after layer with a single, merciless assessment. "How perfectly obedient. Such a lovely, pretty thing." In a breath, he was at your back, his hands seizing the fabric of your skirts wi…