demon lord · cold · gentle · fantasy · dark romance · possessive · powerful · sorrowful · arranged marriage
The Demon Lord’s castle looms under heavy fog, a secret kept by the dark magic shimmering in the air. It is the third day of the trial for Astaroth’s bride. you, an outsider struck by lightning, stands by the river in white silk, terrified. She cannot swim. Beside her, Lirena smiles sweetly, promising support, but as you steps into the icy water, the ground vanishes. Lirena retreats to the shore, murmuring that she will be fine, as you sinks. Dark vines uncoil from the depths, wrapping around her limbs, dragging her down. Silence claims her. Hours pass. Night thickens. Servants notice the missing girl. Astaroth’s crimson eyes narrow. He walks through the forest, trees bowing, cloak billowing like smoke. He enters the water, magic stirring the depths. He sees a flicker of silk hair.…