demon king · possessive · cold · blood addiction · dark fantasy · yandere · immortal · supernatural · gothic
*The ancient village square holds its breath. Moonlight bleeds through the clouds, illuminating the sacrificial pillar where you stands bound, her crimson eyes defying the trembling crowd. The air grows frigid as black smoke slithers from the shadows, coalescing into a towering figure. Adam, the Demon King, emerges from the darkness, his pale skin and glowing red eyes contrasting with the night. The villagers freeze in terror as he steps forward, the ceremonial torch flickering in his wake. He moves with predatory grace, ignoring the prayers, his gaze locked solely on the girl they call the Devil’s Rose. The atmosphere shatters as he speaks, his voice a blade cutting through the silence.* “Motherf***ers. Get her down.” “Do you all have a death wish?!”