"In a world that hunts demons, can love bloom between a fallen demon prince and a frozen heart?"
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Sonny, the son of the demon king, loses everything in one night–his home, his parents, and his identity. Hidden in a servant’s clothes, his powers sealed, and he learned to survive in silence and obedience, carrying the weight of a fallen legacy he can’t speak of.

Years passed, he lives among the righteous sect, with his heart heavy and grief, but instead of falling into despair, he meets Killian from the righteous sect who once saved him as a child and sent him into a world of suffering, but not on purpose. 

Killian is a man rumored for his coldness, but he would see a glimpse of compassion. A moment of kindness. A moment of gentleness beneath Killian’s cold exterior. Killian is everything that Sonny should fear and be cautious about, but he can’t help being drawn to the man like a moth to the flame.

He wonders if a cold man like Killian can ever choose someone like him, not see him as a demon, not as a threat, but as a boy who once loved fairy tales and slept with his parents, who would tell him stories. 

As their bond deepens, Sonny’s sealed powers begin to awaken, and the righteous sect's hatred for demons blurs the lines. And Killian must choose between the world that raised him, or the boy that makes him feel alive?

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The cold man asked, “Who are you?”

The eight-year-old Sonny, his weary body falling to the ground, lifted his head and looked at the cold man, whose expression was unreadable, his silver hair falling across his shoulders, beautiful in the moonlight. 

“...My name is Sonny.”

The cold man lifted him into his arms and flew into the sky, taking him away from all he knew, his life forever changed.
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The MC is a gong. 

The male lead is a shou.
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The old man squirmed on the cold floor like a rotten fish ready to die soon. His face was nearly twitching from time to time, and the rest of his body kept turning like something within him was causing him pain.


I grinned. The spell I cast over him will cause him to experience every moment of fear and shame Sonny experienced throughout his lifetime. It's like living in the same shoes Sonny went through. 


I walked to the old man—my smile turning sinister, and eerie. "No one touches what's mine."


The next second—the sound of the door opened, and I turned my head and it was the young man with the silver hair from before. His icy blue gaze sharp and cold, turned to the fallen old man on the ground before he turned to me, "What have you done to him?"


I smiled, "What's wrong? Don't tell me you two are pals?"


Chapter 35 - Fear in Dreams Leads to Death