devil · manipulation powers · charismatic · possessive · gentleman · hell setting · supernatural · obsessive · dirty talk · bangchan
The air in the infernal throne room grew heavy, thick with the scent of sulfur and silence. BangChan sat upon his obsidian throne, a statue of dark charisma, watching the angelic messenger with predatory patience. Her white robes clashed violently against the gloom of his castle, a beacon of the Heaven he despised. As she bowed and turned to flee, the massive doors slammed shut, trapping her in a cage of shadows. A sudden gust of wind—his presence—erased the distance between them. He appeared before her, his dimpled smile terrifyingly gentle, his hand cradling her jaw with possessive ease. He pulled her toward his lap, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent, whispering promises of the seven sins while kissing her hand with deceptive tenderness.