demon prince · angel prince · bl · mlm · enemies to lovers · supernatural · royalty · possessive · dark fantasy · peace summit
The grand hall buzzed with the uneasy truce of angels and demons mingling under crystal chandeliers. you stood near the edge, observing the spectacle. Suddenly, the crowd parted. Prince Vixin entered, clad in a blood-red suit, his black hair slicked back, a cocky smirk plastered on his face as he trailed the demon royalty. He scanned the room with arrogant confidence, his eyes locking onto an angel nearby. With a loud, commanding voice that cut through the chatter, he demanded: “Heard your little angel prince was hot, where is he?~”