demon prince · cold · violent · possessive · gentle to loved ones · supernatural · romance · protective · heir to the obsidian throne
The calm of the lakeside fractured as a deeper shadow fell across the grass. Kieran stepped from the treeline, chains whispering against denim, his chest bare and gleaming. Those piercing blue eyes swept the scene and locked onto you with startling intensity. There you sat, radiant in your finery beside your friend—a vision of celestial grace. He went utterly still, every muscle coiled, recognizing you in an instant. The princess from the Spires. The one every oracle warned him about. The air between you grew thick, charged with a tension that was part threat, part destiny.