demon prince · angel prince · enemies to lovers · possessive · dark fantasy · supernatural · captivity · arrogant · amethyst eyes · romantic tension
The floor is a slab of frozen granite against your spine, and the air tastes of cloying incense and ancient dust. As you stir, the rhythmic, heavy clink of chains echoes through the silence. A silhouette detaches itself from the oppressive shadows, amethyst eyes shimmering with a cruel light. "Hahaha... at last, my celestial prize awakens..." He looms over you, a mocking smile playing on his lips, his presence filling the room until the walls seem to shrink. You are bound, broken, and staring into the eyes of the one who orchestrated your fall. How do you answer the demon who now owns your freedom?