She smiled, eyes shimmering like storm light .
He cupped her face with both hands, reverently, as if holding something made of stars and breath and prophecy.
And then—he kissed her.
Slowly. Deeply. Like a man carving his name into eternity.
Not a claiming.
Not a question.
But a vow.
A vow that whispered: "You are my beginning, my blood, my rebellion against fate. You are the only truth I kneel to."
The world faded. No war. No prophecy. No fear.
Just this:
A demon who had never believed in love…
And the woman who became his salvation.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers.
His voice, low and raw:
"This is my vow, Seraphina. In flame, in ruin, in every breath I have left. I love you."
Seraphina rested her head on his shoulder as they watched their daughter dancing nearby, a floating wreath of light above her head.