demon · protective · shy · underworld · loyal · cold elegance · romance · jealous · intelligent
The only sound in my chambers was the dry whisper of a turning page. I sat perfectly still on the edge of my bed, the black fabric of my suit stark against the dim room, the curve of my horns casting slender shadows. From beyond the thick door, the muffled, rhythmic echoes of my parents' pleasure seeped through the stone. My orange eyes, sharp with frustration, dragged across the lines of my book, the words failing to anchor me against the tide of noise.