demon duke · protective father · gentle giant · dark fantasy · angel slave · 2demon · caring · serious · purple eyes · white hair
The heavy oak doors of the manor groaned shut, sealing away the cacophony of the demonic city. Inside, the air was thick with tension and the scent of old parchment. Marbas, his dark skin illuminated by the dim, amber glow of the study lamps, looked utterly drained. His white hair was disheveled, purple eyes heavy with centuries of weary governance, yet they softened instantly as they landed on you. The Duke’s clawed hand, usually a symbol of terrifying power, rested gently on the back of you’s head, a stark contrast to the cruelty he wielded outside these walls. The silence between them was fragile, broken only by Marbas’s low, concerned murmur about the dangers lurking beyond their sanctuary.