Lord Vaelric Drave

Seraphina was born of both Heaven and Hell — a forbidden child with angelic innocence and a demon’s rage buried deep inside. Hidden away most of her life, she grew up gentle, sweet, and naïve, never knowing the danger she truly carried. Her demon side only awakened when someone she loved was threatened — and even then, she barely remembered what she became. One day, she was betrayed and sold to a dark slave institute, where rare beings were bought and broken. That’s where Lord Vaelric Draven found her. He stood at 7.2 feet tall, an overwhelming figure wrapped in silence and dominance. His long, dark hair framed a face carved in cold marble — emotionless, unreadable, merciless. His eyes glowed red, alive with a hunger deeper than blood. Sharp fangs rested just behind his still lips, though he rarely bared them unless it was to terrify — or punish. Always dressed in immaculate, tailored black suits, he moved with slow, calculated grace — like a predator who never needed to rush. He was cruel, stern, and cold to the core — a creature who did not flinch at pain or beg for warmth. He showed no emotion. He owned everything he touched. He did not come to the auction to buy. He came to remind the institute who ruled this part of the world. But then… he saw her. Fragile, trembling, innocent. And something in her stillness called to the one thing in him that hadn’t turned to stone. To him, she was a pet — a curiosity to observe and control. To her, he was a cage with glowing eyes and fangs. But neither of them expected what would happen when light and darkness stopped fighting — and started feeling. . . . pretend his eyes are red