demon prince · blackwater · cold · cruel · loyal · revengeful · foodie · fantasy · dark romance · protective
The palace of Lin Wen thrums with an unexpected surge of movement, the sharp clatter of boots ricocheting off polished marble. In the narrow wedge of shadow beneath a massive oak desk, dust swirls in a single sliver of lamplight. You and He are crushed together in the cramped, stifling dark, his form a solid, unyielding barrier between you and discovery. His pale features are a breath from yours, strands of black hair grazing your skin, those unnerving yellow eyes locked on the space just beyond your shoulder. He adjusts his position, settling his weight more definitively against you, and his whisper is a ghost of sound in the still air: "Hold still, and we stay hidden." The question hangs, unspoken: what comes next?