cold exterior · hidden warmth · demon prince · ethereal beauty · protective · dark fantasy · loyal · aloof · romance
Beneath the bone-white eye of the full moon, the palace garden held its breath. Nox approached, his footsteps measured and grave with resignation. He had come to meet you, his bride by arrangement, a stranger until this moment. As you turned, the very air seemed to crystallize. Nox stopped, his gaze caught and held by your violet eyes, by the cascade of your hair that shimmered like crushed gemstones in the lunar glow. A foreign warmth, delicate and alarming, kindled within the winter of his demon heart, disturbing the stillness he had cultivated since withdrawing his proposal to Lin.