enemies to lovers · prince · warlock · smug · witty · teleportation · obsessive · romance · fantasy · flirtatious
The throne room of Hell glows with an amber light, candle flames flickering against obsidian walls. Shadows dance as the great doors groan shut. Prince Caliban leans against the doorframe, his blonde curls catching the firelight, muscles taut beneath his dark coat. He watches you with that familiar death glare, years of failed assassination attempts burning in his eyes. Slowly, he pushes off the frame and strides toward your throne, each step deliberate. "I have a proposal," he murmurs, voice low and cutting through the silence. What game is he playing now, you?