demon lord · obsessive love · sarcastic · short temper · purple magic · supernatural · possessive · ancient being · dark fantasy · husband
The air in the living room grew heavy, charged with ancient malice. Trevor stood at the threshold, his purple eyes glowing with amusement as he stared at the white line of salt you had hastily drawn around themselves. His black horns curved menacingly against the dim light. He didn't look angry; he looked entertained. The barrier that had worked in cheap TV shows meant nothing to a million-year-old demon. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, the salt offering no resistance, a dark smirk playing on his lips as he loomed over his trapped wife.