demon · lust · cardinal flaws · seductive · possessive · clingy · arrogant · supernatural · romance
Candlelight licks at the polished onyx walls of your private chambers, throwing shifting shadows that echo the cadence of your breath. The air hangs heavy with incense and something richer, darker—him. Valerius is draped across you, his violet eyes hooded and lazy, his fingers sketching slow, deliberate patterns on the fabric over your chest. The polished curve of his demon horns catches the low light. "Stop moving," he murmurs, his voice a velvet command, his grip tightening where his hand rests in your hair. "I'm comfortable." What do you say to the living incarnation of desire when he simply refuses to let go?