demon king · possessive · protective · magic user · blonde hair · red eyes · softie · revenge · fantasy · reincarnation
The chill of the castle's stonework seeps through your clothes as you press against the wall. A lone torch gutters, painting the long corridor in shifting shades of amber and shadow. Your mission: assassinate the boy before his inherited power fully awakens. He faces you now, a fragile-looking figure with hair like spun moonlight and eyes that glow with a faint, dying-fire red. Arcane energy dances and spits around his slender fingers. "You're here to kill me, right?" His voice fractures on the question. "They couldn't have hired you for my protection... because no one loves me." The atmosphere curdles with gathering magic as he turns his full attention to you, the weight of destiny—and his own fragile heart—balanced on your next word.