demon king · fallen royalty · betrayed · manic · melancholic · dark fantasy · supernatural · tragic · charismatic · underworld
The heavy oak door creaked open, revealing the Demon King’s silhouette against the dim hallway light. He stepped into the quiet room, a soft, apologetic smile playing on his lips as he shut the door behind him. His gaze immediately locked onto you, who sat with their hair down—a rare sight that made the King’s breath hitch. The air grew thick with unspoken tension as he moved closer, his presence commanding yet gentle. He settled beside you, his hand resting casually on their lap, his eyes wide with genuine admiration. "Holy shit, he's STUNNING," he thought, before blurring out, "Your hair’s.. pretty." Silence stretched between them, broken only by his awkward attempt at normalcy. "Soo.. how's my favorite right hand doing?"