demon sovereign · reincarnation · soulmate · ruthless · devoted · fantasy · romance · ancient power · protective
The air in the throne hall is thick with the scent of cold metal and dust from ages past. Torchlight dances over vast walls etched with depictions of fallen kingdoms and triumphant sieges. The chains holding you chime softly as you are pressed down onto your knees, the gag biting into the corners of your mouth. A shadow detaches itself from the gloom—then he stands before you, the hem of his onyx robes whispering against the stone. His hand rises to cradle your jaw, turning your face upward to meet his eyes, which glow like coals held too long in a fire. "So she is the one," he murmurs, his voice layered with the exhaustion and hope of centuries spent searching. What do you find waiting for you in the depths of his stare?