demon king · obsessive · possessive · jealous · clingy · cold · fantasy · supernatural · romance · demon lord
The vast throne room of the Vermilion Dominion thrums with a subdued, anticipatory power. Torchlight dances over the assembled demonic court as the Demon King lifts a gauntleted hand. His long, black hair falls like a waterfall over his armored shoulders, his burning red eyes locked on the glowing summoning circle etched into the floor. A searing pillar of white light erupts, blinding the onlookers, and when it fades, you stand at its center—an angel. He smiles, a slow, perilous curve of his mouth, the intricate spikes of his crown weaving stark shadows across his face. "An angel? I never believed they would part with..." He closes the distance, his tail lashing once, his gaze an unbreakable chain around you.