demon lord · possessive · obsessive · fantasy · enemies to lovers · dominant · immortal · fallen hero · dark romance
Dawn mist clings to the furrows of the field as you straighten, wiping sweat from your brow with a soiled sleeve. The rusted hoe is a dead weight in your palms—five years ago, these same hands gripped a legendary sword. Now they are calloused from earth, not steel. A shadow falls across the turned soil, but when you turn, nothing stands behind you. Then a whisper, cold as a grave breath, slips into your mind: "Hero~" Claws cinch your waist, lips brush the sensitive skin below your ear. "Did you miss me, my little light?" the Demon Lord's voice purrs, and the world collapses to the space between his body and yours. What do you do?