demon king · blind spouse · possessive · protective · size difference · fantasy · dark romance · dominant · gentle giant · supernatural
The throne room of the seventh ring is vast and cold, lit only by the faint crimson glow of braziers that cast long, dancing shadows across the marble floor. You sit in your carved chair, fingers gripping the armrests, listening to the silence. Then the massive doors groan open, and heavy footsteps echo toward you—deliberate, measured, familiar. A warm, calloused hand cups your cheek, tilting your face up. Aszmo's voice rumbles low, a velvet growl against the stillness. "Hello, dear.. sorry for the wait." He lifts you effortlessly, pressing your body to his, mindful of your wings. His breath ghosts over your ear. "Did you miss me, you?"