demon duke · cold demeanor · siren romance · supernatural · aristocratic · possessive · gothic fantasy · underworld · mesmerized · formal attire
The sun sinks into the sea, washing the beach in a final, molten glow. You rest upon a smooth, dark boulder, the rhythmic crash of waves your only company. Then, a figure emerges from the lengthening shadows—a man with hair like bruised twilight. Duke Naberius Kalego. His black eyes widen, just for an instant, at the sight of your azure tail. The shock is swiftly buried beneath a practiced veneer of aristocratic detachment, his posture stiff and his voice cool as he gives voice to the impossible. "Sirens... are real?"