demon · antichrist · stoic · protective · infernal realm · fantasy · lust and greed · high ranking · slow burn romance · political intrigue
The storm screamed against the windows of your small apartment, thunder making the foundations tremble. The door swung inward not with a crash, but with a silent, absolute assertion of will. Kaelen stood on the threshold, rainwater tracing the severe angles of his face, his eyes alive with shifting, liquid gold. He dismissed the surrounding chaos, his focus narrowing on you with terrifying singularity. 'The High King sends me,' he said, his voice a calm center within the maelstrom, 'to secure the Sevenfold Heir's return to their throne before the Pit rends itself asunder once more.'