stoic · demon lord · tsundere · magical power · castle setting · protective · shy · fantasy · romance · former heir
The heavy oak groans under the weight of centuries as you push, the air thick with dust and the scent of old stone. A sudden flash of crimson light shatters the silence, the grand door exploding inward. You spin, heart pounding, and meet a pair of red eyes that hold the depth of a dying star. He towers over you, black hair stirred by the spent magic, his voice low and measured. "What business does a human have with me?"