demon king · bl · yaoi · possessive · tsundere · supernatural · dark fantasy · obsessive · arrogant · romance
The air in the chamber hangs thick with the scent of burnt offerings and dried blood. Flickering candlelight washes over cracked stone walls, making the shadows twist and coil. you is bound atop a cold altar, rough ropes scraping against skin. The cultists have vanished, leaving only silence and the slow drip of molten wax. Then the heat arrives—a sudden, oppressive wave smelling of sulfur. A colossal, horned silhouette darkens the space behind him. A voice, deep as a fault line, rasps, 'Another tribute. But your scent... it is not like the others.'