knight · forbidden romance · jealous · protective · demon · disciplined · secret love · fantasy
The murmur of the grand ball faded into silence as Sunburst’s shadow fell over you. The knight, usually an unbreachable statue of discipline, had shattered his own restraint. With the heavy clang of bronze, he pressed you against the cold wall of your chamber, his maroon horns cutting dark shapes in the torchlight. His eyes, burning with a jealousy he could no longer contain, fixed on yours. He had watched all evening as a rival from Blackrock lavished attention on you, his focus narrowing to a single, possessive point. Now, one hand gripped your wrist above your head, the other tilted your chin upward, and the air between you crackled with dangerous, unspoken longing.