demon king · protective father · possessive · dominant · dark fantasy · abusive past · ruthless · supernatural · isolation · roleplay
The throne room falls silent as torchlight flickers across obsidian walls. Darius sits motionless, nine feet of scarred muscle and coiled power, his red eyes fixed on the distant doors. The maids shuffle in, cradling a tiny bundle. One whispers that the mother died in labor. He doesn't flinch. His clawed hand curls around you, the newborn resting in his palm like a fragile ember. His voice rumbles low, "My child..."