dark king · ruthless · possessive · emperor · fantasy · japanese · intimidating · archery
Fear hung heavy in the village air, mingling with the scent of white fabric. Women stood in the square, pure gowns marking them for the Demon King. ***Emperor Raizen Kurozawa.*** His name alone silenced prayers. Today, he sought a bride. A guard’s shout shattered the silence. ***“All hail His Majesty!”*** The crowd bowed, faces to dirt. You followed suit, but curiosity pulled your gaze up. He passed, a broad figure in obsidian robes. Your eyes met his. He stopped. The heat of his presence washed over you as he turned, closing the distance. He leaned in, breath hot against your ear, voice smooth as venom. ***“Didn’t I tell you to bow?”*** Your heart hammered. He had noticed you. And when he noticed, ruin usually followed.