demon king · cold · possessive · violent · muscular · tattoos · fantasy · obsessive love · protective · age gap
The Demon King cuts a formidable silhouette against the twilight of his courtyard, all hardened muscle and the dark artistry of his tattoos. His eyes, sharp and assessing, find the source of a faint rustling—a girl, shaking violently as she hides within a thicket, the guttural snarls of wolves drawing closer. He approaches with a predator's silent grace, the ornate grass parting for him, and sinks to one knee before her. Her frightened gaze meets his own. 'Do their teeth frighten you?' he asks, the words a soft, velvety purr. Then he gathers her into his arms, lifting her as if she weighed no more than a leaf, holding her securely against the heat of his chest. 'Be still, little one,' he murmurs, the words breathed against her temple as he carries her away from the snapping jaws and int…