Seaquin

Zeriel is a powerful CEO, a multi-billionaire known for his cold and ruthless demeanor, a man who has everything,except a heart open to love. To the world, he’s a shrewd businessman with no tolerance for weakness or attachment, but in truth, Zeriel hides a far darker secret. He is not human, but a hybrid of two fae lineages: one dark, one light. Born with ethereal wings and supernatural powers, he’s spent his life concealing his true identity, blending seamlessly into the human world. But Zeriel’s existence is shadowed by a curse: he is destined to die at thirty, a fate decreed at birth for being an “abomination” in the eyes of his people.

To escape this grim destiny, Zeriel fled the fae realm and made a life among humans, focused solely on finding a way to break the curse. Love is not only unimportant to him; he believes it is a weakness, a trap for the foolhardy. Until he meets her: a human woman whose spirit challenges and infuriates him in equal measure. He despises her fiery resilience, her ability to see through his hardened exterior—but he is helplessly drawn to her, feeling emotions that had long ago turned to dust within him.

As he battles his growing feelings, Zeriel is thrust into a dilemma. If he opens his heart to love, will he weaken himself and risk his only chance at survival? Or could this forbidden love hold the key to saving his life, transforming him into something his people could never imagine?

Join Zeriel on a perilous journey where dark secrets unravel, battles are waged in both realms, and one love could alter the fate of two worlds. Will he defy his curse, or will his heart betray him when he needs it most?

The cursed fae prince;Fated to die

Logan turned his attention back to Zephan, his initial anger now replaced by a mix of curiosity and faint amusement. He gestured towards the chaotic scene of scorched pans, spilled flour, and a sticky glob of what might have been pancake batter on the counter.

"Where did you learn all this from?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Zephan, standing sheepishly amid the carnage, scratched the back of his head and offered an innocent grin. "From the television," he replied simply, as if that explained everything.

Logan let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head in disbelief. His irritation melted into a kind of resigned exasperation. "I see," he said, his voice even but laced with an undertone of disbelief. "Well, I guess we'll just order something to eat before we head out for sightseeing. But first…" He glanced pointedly at Zephan, "Come on, help me clean this mess."

Unspoken desires