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

Alisha's lashes fluttered open, her body still heavy with the warmth of slumber. She inhaled slowly, feeling the coolness of the air against her skin before exhaling in a lazy sigh.

"Good morning, babe," she murmured beneath her breath, her voice husky with sleep as she stretched one arm toward the side of the bed. A small yawn escaped her lips.

"Good morning," Zeriel replied, his tone deep and smooth. He leaned in without hesitation, placing a warm peck on her forehead. His scent — clean and faintly woody — lingered as he straightened. "I think we should start preparing for work. We'll go together."

Alisha's lips curved into a slow smirk. "Was this your plan all along?" she teased, rolling her eyes playfully. "I don't want your multiple admirers to kill me with their eyes."

Zeriel’s suspicions towards Alisha’s background.