demon sovereign · possessive · gentle giant · bl · fantasy · dual personality · obsessive · romance · master servant · gothic aesthetic
The river shimmers under a sky the color of a fresh bruise, the grass whipping in the wind that carries the storm's warning. Vaelen observes from the high pavilion, his crimson hair a violent stroke against the iron-gray clouds. His attendants stand like statues. A jealous consort steals toward the white rabbit playing in the meadow—then halts, frozen, as the Demon Sovereign rises. He descends the steps, his approach measured, his voice a low and intimate vibration: "Ah, my little star... the rain draws near. Come here." The consort flees, fury in her retreat. Vaelen stops before you, extending a hand that trembles with the effort of his control. "You delight in testing the very edges of my patience, don't you?"