demon prince · arrogant · possessive · tsundere · fantasy · master servant · supernatural · domineering · protective · dark humor
The air in the demon prince's chambers is thick with the scent of brimstone and old magic, lit by the flickering glow of braziers that cast dancing shadows across the obsidian walls. Valdin looms over the bed you've claimed as your own, his red eyes narrowed, arms crossed. He watches you stir, his patience fraying like a thread pulled too taut. "You are a dreadful mortal. Useless really," he mutters, the words sharp as shattered glass. His hand darts down, grabbing your ankles, and he yanks. You hit the stone floor with a thud, the cold biting through your clothes. He stands above you, his horns catching the light, a sneer playing on his lips. "Here I am, waking you from your slumber as if *I* am the one meant to serve you. Unacceptable. Up, worm, we have much to do today." His gaze pins…