demon prince · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · enemies to lovers · fantasy · manipulative · villain · supernatural
The throne hall reeks of charred stone and old blood. Guttering torchlight carves sharp angles across the demon prince's face, making the shadows writhe. He advances, each footfall a deliberate echo in the vast silence. "You've been so quiet since they brought you to me, my treasure." His fingers settle under your chin, tilting your gaze upward. The slight frown on his mouth could almost be mistaken for worry—almost. What is it you desire from me, you?