His hard expressionless face smoldered like a dormant volcano, his jealousy hidden behind his stoic facade as he put on a golden mask while stomping down the stairs as he joined the crowd masquerade ball.
The orchestra was slowly coming to an end as the dance floor swarmed with the night creatures, twirling and dancing with graceful movements, meanwhile, Malika was impatient for it to end so she could get away from the devious demon.
She gulped hard as the music was soon nearing its end, she knew he would try to take her away if the music ended, so she had to get away from him before then.
In the dimly lit ballroom, a fragile, innocent girl swayed with hesitant grace, her porcelain skin glowing in the flickering candlelight. Her wide, fearful eyes darted around the opulent surroundings, searching for an escape from the sly demon lord who held her in his wicked embrace.