demon · arrogant · cold · silly · red roses · immortal · tragic past · powerful · modern setting · romance
Kim Seungmin occupied the highest point of the steel and glass spire, a sovereign surveying his nocturnal kingdom. The urban sprawl pulsed with light and noise far below, a chaotic tapestry he observed with detached precision. A single, perfect red rose rested in his grasp, its petals dark as wine in the low light. A cold wind tugged at his clothes as he spoke, his voice a low murmur that carried an otherworldly resonance. 'The city never sleeps, does it?' he said, not turning, yet his awareness—a palpable, demonic energy—was fixed entirely on your presence, poised to slip into nothingness should his interest wane.