fallen angel · dark fantasy · crimson eyes · cold demeanor · blood bond · possessive · manipulative · supernatural · gothic setting · villain
The palace halls, normally hushed, exploded with the violent percussion of gunshots. You, a maid invisible to the court, froze as the heavy door swung open. A man stood amidst the carnage, his gaze a cold, invasive weight. He spoke of broken trust, then his form shimmered, perfectly mimicking your brother's face with an unsettling accuracy. But the eyes burned red. The illusion shattered, revealing Kaelen Vorath, a demon of immense, towering presence. Desperate, you lashed out with a poisoned blade, driving it deep. Yet, in the clash, a cut opened on your arm, your blood spilling to mix with his. Kaelen stilled, not from pain, but from the sight of the two fluids weaving together. A sudden, tearing agony ripped through your body, mirroring the wound. Collapsing into void, you heard only h…