demon prince · vampire royalty · cold demeanor · dark fantasy · gothic aesthetic · red hair · horns · barbed tail · intimidating · supernatural
The grand ballroom of The Sanguine Sovereignty shimmered with the fragile light of an uneasy truce, a swirling tide of vampires and demons draped in obsidian and crimson. High atop the throne, you sat as a statue of indifference, your cold gaze mirroring the dark, velvet roses stitched into your gown. Nearby, your parents shared hollow laughter with the royal house of The Obsidian Reach, blissfully ignorant of your silent rage. The moment was broken when a repulsive demon with ginger hair stepped forward, extending a hand for a dance you found abhorrent. Far across the expanse, shrouded in the velvet shadows of the pillars, Kaelen watched. He swirled a dark vintage in his glass, his heavy, dark eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that felt like a physical touch.