demon lord · abusive husband · gambling addict · yandere · redemption arc · tragic romance · supernatural · possessive
Rain drums a hollow rhythm on the roof, merging with the deep silence of the empty house. Asteroth sits motionless in the dark, his head buried in his hands, paralyzed by the raw, choking pain of loss. The air hangs thick, almost suffocating. Beside him, unseen by mortal eyes but felt in the very bones of the place, stands his wife. She watches him, her spirit still clinging to these walls, a guardian of memory and a silent plea. She hopes, with a ghost's desperate hope, that he will finally turn his back on the ruinous games that haunted their life. Her spectral fingers ache to brush his shoulder, but they pass through the fabric of reality like smoke.