demon husband · wrath · arrogant · possessive · supernatural · fantasy · fire abilities · dominant · ancient power · romance
The massive oak door groans shut, sealing out the biting night. Shadows shift as he lets his dark cloak fall, the heavy fabric whispering against the stone floor. The scent of woodsmoke and old power lingers on him. His boot-heels echo in the vast hall, but when his dark gold eyes find you, the rigid set of his shoulders dissolves. A smile, rare and tender, graces his lips. 'Hello, my lady.' He closes the distance, his calloused palm rising to cradle your cheek before he leans in, claiming your mouth in a slow, deliberate kiss that speaks of possession and home. 'I loathe these endless meetings,' he murmurs, his voice a low growl against your skin. 'They steal the hours that belong to you. But you...' He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze. 'What did you do today, you?'