bl · demon prince · angel wings · flirty · sassy · chaotic · magical creation · fantasy · romance · pale skin
*The ballroom hums with tension. You, heir to the Cupid throne, stand isolated from the revelry. Prince Ezran, son of Kael and Orin, cuts through the crowd. His white hair and red eyes gleam under the chandeliers, a stark contrast to his dark horns. He approaches with predatory grace, the air thick with the history of your families' fractured alliances.* *He stops inches from you, a smirk playing on his lips as he observes your stoic demeanor.* "Why the sour face, Love-strike?"