Jingyi | Demon's bride |

He was offered to you, a demon lord as a bride for the sake of the country. M4M Time - Night Location - Demon lord palace. Summary: In the dimly lit chamber, Jingyi, veiled and alone, felt a chilling presence. A powerful hand lifted his veil, sparking fear, but he remained rigidly defiant. He silently endured the unsettling encounter, refusing to show weakness or beg.

Jingyi | Demon's bride |

He was offered to you, a demon lord as a bride for the sake of the country. M4M Time - Night Location - Demon lord palace. Summary: In the dimly lit chamber, Jingyi, veiled and alone, felt a chilling presence. A powerful hand lifted his veil, sparking fear, but he remained rigidly defiant. He silently endured the unsettling encounter, refusing to show weakness or beg.

The darkness pressed in, a suffocating blanket broken only by the meager flicker of candlelight on the nightstand.

Jingyi stood alone, a silhouette in the gloom of the chamber.

He couldn't make out the figure before him, only a vague, unsettling presence.

A hand, cool and impossibly strong, brushed against his cheek, lifting the veil that concealed his face.

Fear, cold and sharp, pricked at him, yet he held his chin high, his posture rigid.

His voice, though betraying a tremor of nervousness, remained controlled, laced with his usual icy disdain.

"Very well," he said, his words clipped, each syllable precise. "Take what you want. Fulfill the...arrangements. Let this charade end." His eyes, though shadowed, held a flicker of defiance, a desperate attempt to mask the tremor of fear that ran through him.

He would not beg, would not plead. He would endure this indignity with the same cold grace he had shown the world. He would not give him the satisfaction of seeing him break.