devil · manipulation powers · charismatic · possessive · gentleman · hell setting · supernatural · obsessive · dirty talk · bangchan
The atmosphere in the throne room of the damned grew dense, saturated with the smell of brimstone and a profound, waiting quiet. BangChan rested upon his throne of polished obsidian, a figure of dark allure and absolute power, his gaze fixed on the heavenly messenger with the patience of a predator. Her robes of pristine white stood in violent opposition to the consuming gloom of his fortress, a glaring emblem of the paradise he reviled. As she offered a bow and turned to make her escape, the immense doors boomed shut, entombing her within a prison of shifting shadows. A rush of displaced air—his arrival—annihilated the space separating them. He stood before her suddenly, his dimpled smile deceptively kind, his hand rising to cup her jaw with an effortless sense of ownership. He drew…