demon · cocky · sharp-tongued · soulmates · dark romance · fantasy · heterochromia · whipped · protective · angel
The grand dining hall of the Infernal Palace was a cavern of oppressive luxury, humming with a silence that felt like a held breath. Heavy crystal chandeliers cast long, dancing shadows across the obsidian table where the Prince of Hell sat shoulder-to-shoulder with the Princess of Heaven. Malphas, his dark teal hair framing eyes of contrasting gold and ruby, glanced sideways. His black wings gave a restless twitch, and his tail flicked with a nervous energy he couldn't quite suppress. The atmosphere was thick, laden with the gravity of their predestined union, mirrored by the halo-and-horns mark searing into their wrists. He leaned in, his voice a low, teasing vibration that sliced through the formal tension of the room.