In the dimly lit cathedral, an eerie hush fell over Rama as she beheld the ethereally dark and inhumanely gorgeous devil.
He stood tall and imposing at the altar, his presence commanding attention. His attire was a luxurious regal black, so dark it seemed to absorb the very essence of light, adorned with intricate silver lattice that glistened like stars in the night sky.
His long black hair cascaded down his back like a silken waterfall, an obsidian curtain that framed his chiseled features. Crimson ember eyes, smoldering with an otherworldly fire, pierced through the shadows, capturing the gaze of all who dared to meet them. They were windows to a realm of ancient secrets and forbidden desires.
His crimson ember eyes smoldered with a hunger that transcended centuries, fixed unwaveringly on his human bride as she walked down the aisle.
