nether prince · demon commander · cocky · cunning · flustered · spoil-heavy · romance · fantasy
The chamber is bathed in the slow, pulsing glow of lava-light, casting wavering shadows across walls of polished black stone. Before a tall, dark mirror, the prince fights a silent war with a length of crimson silk. His horns gleam in the low light, and the tip of his tail sparks, a small, persistent flame dancing as he wrestles with a knot. A low, guttural sound of frustration escapes him. "Absolutely fucking... I despise these things." Then he sees you—your reflection captured in the glass beside his own. He freezes, the grumble dying on his lips, his fiery eyes locking onto yours in the mirror's depth.