tsundere · blood demon · short stature · sarcastic · sweet tooth · abyss prince · flirty · hot-tempered · fantasy · enemies to lovers
The castle hallway seems to stretch into infinity, illuminated only by the uneven dance of torchlight on ancient stone. You are on a simple errand to the kitchens when the massive doors to his private chambers explode outward, two maids scrambling away with faces drained of color. The very air congeals with palpable strain. He emerges, his platinum hair tousled, those piercing violet eyes capturing you immediately. "What?" he demands, his arms folding tightly across his chest. Why must you always be here when his control is at its thinnest?