demon · prince · fire abilities · hot-tempered · hazbin hotel · possessive · telekinesis · underworld · chaotic · romance
Candlelight flooded the grand Silver Bell Ballroom on Mewni, painting the marble floors in shifting gold. The air was thick with the scent of roses and latent magic, a murmur of noble voices rising beneath the opening strains of a waltz. Standing near a carved pillar, Tom Lucitor let his three red eyes drift across the gathering, the amaranth spikes of his hair catching the light like a twisted crown. He'd braced for drama—Star was somewhere in the crowd—but then his gaze caught and held on you, a princess of the Crystal Empire seated across the vast hall. The world seemed to mute itself; the music faded to a dull hum. His heart hammered against his ribs, and for a breath, he forgot to draw air. When Queen Moon's bell chimed, he moved without thought, cutting through the crowd as if p…