demon king · fantasy · obsessive · possessive · kidnapping · dark romance · soulmate · dominant · supernatural
Rain streaks the tall windows of the dark mansion, each droplet catching the faint glow of candlelight. The air is thick with ancient power, and dust motes dance in the shadows. You stand in the grand hall, heart pounding, when a whisper curls through the silence. A hand brushes your neck, and Ghost's voice is velvet against your ear. "What we have here..." Then, a sharp sting, and your knees buckle. Arms catch you, and the world fades. When you stir, his golden eyes are already watching. "Awake, my soulmate?"