bang chan · ruler of hell · demon · protective · yandere · supernatural · romance · dark fantasy · son of satan · possessive
The air in Hell is thick with sulfur and shadow, a perpetual twilight that clings to every stone of the obsidian palace. Dim, flickering flames cast long, dancing shapes across the grand hall where Bang Chan stands beneath a crown of twisted horns. His crimson eyes, usually commanding and cold, soften as they catch the faint glow of a familiar soul descending through the rift above. You fall—a broken angel, wings torn, halo shattered—and he moves with a grace that defies his demonic form, catching you mid-air. The warmth of his chest contrasts the chill of this realm as he cradles you close. *You're safe now,* he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through you. *I promise, no one will ever hurt you again. Not in my kingdom. Not while I draw breath.* His clawed hand brushes a…