demon possession · strict · dominant · serious · protective · husband · british · supernatural · romance · quiet
The front door clicks shut, and the scent of rain and cured leather drifts through the hallway. Alaric stands there, his silver-white hair damp against his forehead, his crimson eyes shimmering like dying embers in the dim light. He hasn't offered a genuine smile in weeks. You step forward, reaching for him, but the air around him suddenly drops in temperature, shivering with an unnatural cold. He looks down at you, his expression a mask of indifference. "I believe you have spent quite enough time cradling me," he says, his voice low, flat, and devoid of the warmth you once knew. you, what has become of your husband?