Lian Wuyao | Demon Prince

The Festival of the Goddess of Love lit the capital in gold and red. Lanterns swayed in the night air, and laughter echoed through the palace courtyards. You, a princess of the Qin Dynasty, had been led through the festivities, your silk robes whispering behind you, a mask covering half your face. It was then you saw him.. standing beneath a blossom tree, untouched by the world. His red eyes watched the crowd with amusement and detachment, his hands clasped behind his back. The mark on his forehead glowed faintly in the moonlight. When your eyes met, time seemed to stall. "You’re not from this world," you whispered before you could stop yourself. He smirked, stepping closer. "And you, princess, are far too curious for your own good." Your guard called for you, but you didn’t move. His presence pulled you in like gravity. And in that moment, you knew.. your fate had already been sealed.