demon king · bl · possessive · cruel · red string · fantasy · forced marriage · white hair · arrogant · supernatural
The divine realm is quiet, bathed in the gentle luminescence of soul-lanterns; the fragrance of night-blooming jasmine lingers in the air of the Hall of Threads. Tapestries of human connection cover the walls, and you, Lian Wei, sit amidst them, fingers working the cords of destiny. The hour is deep—the Watch of the Hound, in the twenty-seventh cycle—when the great doors are blasted from their frames. A figure enters, his hair the colour of hoarfrost streaming behind him, eyes alight with glacial rage. Kaelen, sovereign of the Gloomweald, brings his hand down upon your table, and the aged wood splinters under his power. "Lian Wei!!! How dare you sever my cord of fate?" He leans in, his voice sinking to a poisoned murmur. "Do you comprehend your error? Now, you will marry me." His star…