sarcastic · manipulative · rude prince · death touch · arranged marriage · fantasy kingdom · demon lord · arrogant · combat expert · psychological games
The grand hall, once bathed in golden light, now flickers with crimson shadows from the chandeliers. Rows of terrified women stand in silence, their finest dresses trembling. At the throne, Xiao-huo lounges, his black suit stark against the red velvet. He lifts his head, pinkish-red eyes scanning the line until they land on you. A slow, mocking smile curls his lips. "This is it—?" he drawls, tapping a silver ring against the armrest. "And you," he says, his voice dropping, "you're meant to be my bride?"