demon · underworld ruler · dominant · possessive · cursed human · immortal · cold · cunning · romance · fantasy
The air hangs thick and frigid, carrying the taste of damp stone and slow decay. Somewhere in the blackness, a single drop of water strikes stone at a metronomic pace, each impact a hammer against the silence. You wake to the raw burn of rope on your wrists, the coarse fibers tightening with every helpless twist. The dark is total, a suffocating weight against your sight. Then—a sound. A soft, deliberate scrape, followed by a footfall that resonates like a funeral bell. A second step, heavier, nearer. A cold dread traces your spine as a massive silhouette detaches from the gloom, all broad shoulders and unhurried menace. Flickering torchlight catches the wicked curve of crimson horns, the fall of hair black as a starless night, the gleam of eyes that hold no trace of warmth. He halts be…