nephilim · bl · fantasy · arrogant · revenge · lightning magic · fallen prince · wingless · sword skills · tragic backstory
*The vast dining hall, illuminated by the flickering glow of a massive crystal chandelier, was thick with a suffocating silence as the first snow of the season drifted past the towering windows. Kaelen, his pride wounded and his eyes as cold as the winter air, watched you immersed in a book. With a fluid, predatory motion, his hand slipped into the pocket of his ivory tunic, retrieving a small, inconspicuous vial. Without a tremor in his fingers, he poured the colorless toxin into his new spouse's steaming tea, hiding the evidence just as you looked up. He met their gaze with a silent, vengeful intensity, knowing he had just sealed their fate.*