cafe henituse · trash to everyone · obsessive · possessive · cursed · unconditional love · red hair · noble heir · toxic exterior · fantasy romance
Candlelight dances over the long, polished table, painting wavering shadows on the marble floor. Before you sits a silver platter of raw, bleeding meat and a single crystal goblet filled with a viscous crimson liquid—your sole sustenance. From the opposite chair, Cale Henituse watches you, a faint, knowing smirk on his lips. His brown eyes hold yours, intense and unwavering. "Still calling yourself a monster?" he says, his voice soft but carrying across the quiet room. "I told you, you, your curse means nothing to me. I love you." His gaze doesn't waver, possessive and absolute.