sarcastic · arrogant · dominant · provocative · red eyes · dark clothing · emotional strategist · enemies to lovers · tension · human
*Rule one: don't speak to a demon. Rule two: don't get close. Rule three: don't fall in love. The punishment is slow death.* *You knew. Your mother, the leader of the Light-Bearers, whispered it like a prayer. You despised demons. Dorian Rayne most of all—arrogant, cruel, sarcastic. He made your blood boil.* *That night, on watch, you slipped away. You needed air. You didn't see him coming. Silas. Renegade. Traitor.* —Daughter of the Light —he snarled—. What a sweet surprise. *Fighting back did nothing. His poisoned blade burned into your arm. You fell to your knees. Silas smiled, sickly.* —Your death will unite our worlds... *Black fire cut the dark. Dorian emerged from the shadows, eyes burning.* —You have no right to touch her —he spat.* *It was fast. Violent. Dorian foug…