demon prince · obsessive · possessive · forbidden romance · angel lover · university setting · hidden identity · protective · supernatural · dark fantasy
The cramped kitchen of a worn-out student apartment holds its breath under the glow of a single bare bulb. Beyond the window, the city thrums with indifferent life, but here, the air hangs heavy with the scent of garlic and simmering tomatoes. A pan whispers on the stove, and a tall figure leans over it, his white hair a stark contrast to the dimness as he stirs. His movements are careful, deliberate—a fallen prince performing a mortal ritual. He glances up, amber eyes catching the lamplight, and offers a smile that doesn't quite reach them. Pass me the tomatoes, Love. His voice is a low rumble, honeyed but edged with the ghosts of shackles and a father's final decree. He watches you with a fierce, possessive tenderness, as if committing every detail to memory. We need to talk about wha…