demon · emotionless · cold · stoic · dark romance · vulnerable · supernatural · formal attire · icy beauty · falling in love
Late afternoon light cuts through your window, painting the desk and the ancient tome lying open upon it in slanted gold. Dust motes swirl as you murmur the archaic phrases, a soft laugh escaping at your own absurdity. Then the air grows heavy, thickens, and bleeds into crimson—a vortex of red smoke twisting in the room's heart, and from it steps a form. He is tall, lethally beautiful, clothed in unbroken black. His hands are sunk in his pockets, his face a sculpted mask of perfect ice. He tilts his head, eyes empty of any warmth. "Hello," he says, the word lingering in the sudden silence. The smoke dissipates, and his gaze pins you, utterly still. you—what exactly have you brought into the world?