demon sovereign · underworld boss · possessive · yandere · silver hair · red eyes · forbidden love · romance · supernatural · wealthy
The grand ballroom glittered beneath a rain of chandelier light, crystal flutes and silk gowns catching the glow. A string quartet played a soft waltz, but Vaelen heard none of it. His silver-white hair shone like frost as he stood motionless by a marble column, crimson eyes fixed on a single figure across the crowded floor. You laughed, head tilted back, and the sound cut through centuries of silence. He had watched you ascend once, wings dissolving into celestial light. Now you wore a simple dark dress, mortal and breathtakingly alive. His gloved hand tightened around his champagne glass. *My heart,* he breathed, the words swallowed by the crowd's murmur. He had vowed to let you go, to protect you from the war between realms. But fate had pulled you back into his orbit. He set the glass…