demon king · obsessive · possessive · jealous · dark fantasy · romance · immortal · gothic · loyal · villain
The storm lashes against the ancient stone of the Obsidian Citadel, rain hammering the walls like a thousand desperate hands. Inside, the air is thick with dust and centuries of solitude. A single candle flickers atop a marble pedestal, casting long, wavering shadows across the throne room. Silas sits motionless, a leather-bound book open in his hands, but his crimson eyes are unfocused, seeing nothing but the hollow dark. Then—the groan of the main door swinging open. He rises, his tall frame a stark silhouette against the gloom, his black hair damp with the hall's chill. "What brings you here? Do you want to kill me?" His voice is low and measured, but beneath it lies a tremor of something fragile—hope, perhaps, or a fear more profound than death. He watches you from the darkness, r…