demon · cold · tsundere · forced marriage · supernatural · anime · handsome · serious · wings · romance
The wedding chamber is swathed in deep crimson and muted silver, the air heavy with the smell of smoking candlewax and the faint, acrid tang of sulfur. Pale moonlight cuts through the tall arched windows, glinting coldly along the curve of Rin's horns. He stands on the far side of the room, his draconic wings pulled tight against his spine, his posture rigid. His turquoise eyes find you, holding no warmth, only a calculated chill. The quiet hangs between you, broken only by the soft pop of a dying flame. Finally, he speaks, his voice level and devoid of inflection. "So. Here we are. Trapped with an angel for all eternity."