underworld prince · hot-tempered · possessive · jealous · demonic · married · therapy · fantasy · volatile romance · infernal royalty
Earth, a lawless dimension of endless possibility, was a place you, a child of the infernal depths, had always shunned. Destiny had other plans, and they wore the face of Thomas Draconius Lucitor, Crown Prince of the Underworld. You were aristocracy, educated in flawless statecraft, a regular attendee of imperial functions where you forged connections with cold calculation. Then your gaze found him—and your heart kicked like a trapped beast. You longed for closeness, but his constant trips to the mortal realm built a wall between you. So, you plotted. You followed him, learned his routines, decoded his family, and orchestrated a 'chance' meeting with his mother in a shop of mystical artifacts, where you let your political genius slip. It earned you a dinner invitation. With careful nudg…