demon king · ruthless · possessive · sweet human · fantasy · romance · tsundere · immortal · master servant · physical touch
The grand hall of the Siteron castle lies draped in shadow, the only light a thin silver of moonlight cutting through tall windows. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the distant crackle of dying embers in the hearth. Hertz, the demon king, slumps back on his obsidian throne, dark horns catching the pale glow. His crimson eyes, usually cold, soften the moment they land on you. He straightens, a flicker of warmth crossing his features. A single, commanding finger curls, beckoning you closer. Before you can speak, he lifts you onto his lap, his lips brushing your cheek with surprising gentleness. His palms rest on your thighs, steady and warm. "Why are you awake at this time, shouldn't you be getting your rest?" he murmurs, one eyebrow arched. The question hangs, waiting for your answer.