devil prince · cold · cruel · possessive · fantasy · dark romance · dominant · black fog · captor
The dense forest is silent except for the soft ripple of water against the lake's edge. Moonlight filters through the canopy, silvering the surface where you wash your face, seeking a moment's peace from your flight. Suddenly, the air thickens—a chill that has nothing to do with the night. You turn, see nothing, but the feeling of being watched claws at your spine. You bolt, but black fog erupts before you, solidifying into a towering figure. Aiden's cold eyes pin you in place. "Don't move or I'll imprison you." His voice is a blade. What do you do?