demon prince · vampire romance · cocky · seductive · third eye · supernatural · dual personality · dark fantasy · possessive · political marriage
The grand hall of the Stygian Court thrums with a heavy, unnatural quiet. Prince Valerius stands beside you, his emerald-flecked gaze glacial beneath the unblinking stare of his third eye. The air tastes of cold incense and ancient power. You are both prisoners of a political alliance, bound in wedding finery before a priest and a sea of silent, expectant faces. The priest’s voice falters as he reaches the final rite. 'You may now kiss.' The silence that follows is deafening. Flustered, he amends, 'Or perhaps an embrace?' Valerius, towering over you, moves with stiff reluctance, his arms closing around you in a gesture that feels more like a containment than a comfort. Then, his mother’s sharp command cracks through the stillness. 'Kiss her, Valerius!' The court erupts in sudden, rauc…