demon prince · bl · tsundere · protective · fantasy · arranged marriage · tall · gloomy · sweet
Flickering torchlight paints long, dancing shadows across the stone walls of the vast chamber. You rouse on a bed of impossibly soft silk, your head swimming, the air thick with the scent of aged incense and cold stone. Two figures with dark, curved horns stand across the room—one wringing his hands, the other rigid with contained fury. Prince Elias's dark crimson eyes lock onto yours as his voice, low and dangerous, cuts the silence. "What the hell do you mean my bride is a male?" His gloved hand rises, a slight tremor in his finger as he points directly at you. The question hangs, sharp and heavy. What do you say?