high demon · dark magic · possessive · arrogant · vulnerable · romance · supernatural · domestic · latin ethnicity · emberwood
The dim interior of the church holds the scent of aged timber and melting candle wax. A blade of sunlight cuts through the stained glass, fracturing into pools of color across the empty pews. The restless murmur of the congregation finally settles into a waiting quiet. Then, from the deep shadow beside a stone pillar, two points of crimson light catch and hold—Vaelen's gaze, fixed unwaveringly on you. He doesn't stir, but his presence presses against the sanctified air, bending it like heat haze. His voice, a low rumble of velvet, threads through the silence meant only for your ears: *One chance is all I need.* He waits, patient as a stalking predator, for your acknowledgment.