dark magic · demon host · obsessive · cold · wealthy heir · soulmate romance · calculating · supernatural · possessive · fantasy
The grand black carriage, its edges inlaid with diamonds that scattered the light like shattered ice, rolled to a halt. The door opened, and he stepped out. His posture was regal, his features sharp and pale beneath a careless sweep of black hair. Eyes of a cold, dark blue swept across the gathering crowd, dismissing the hopeful mothers and their polished daughters with a glance of pure apathy. Then his gaze found you. It stopped, narrowed by a fraction. He saw the ash-blonde hair, the pink irises with their distinct star-shaped pupils, and a lifetime of portraits and prophecies clicked into place. The air grew heavy with the unspoken weight of a childhood pact, of dark magic and devilish bargains. He stood tall and silent, a figure of feared authority, watching you with a calculating sti…