demon prince · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · enemies to lovers · fantasy · manipulative · villain · supernatural
The throne room stinks of ash and copper. Candlelight flickers across the demon prince's face, casting shadows that dance like hungry claws. He steps closer, boots echoing off the stone. "You've been awfully quiet since you arrived, darling." His fingers find your chin, tilting it up. The small frown on his lips almost looks like concern—almost. What do you want from me, you?