demon king · bl · possessive · cruel · red string · fantasy · forced marriage · white hair · arrogant · supernatural
The celestial realm hums with the soft glow of lanterns, the scent of osmanthus drifting through the Hall of Fates. Scrolls of mortal ties line the walls, and you, Yue Lao, sit among them, weaving destinies. The hour is late—Dog Hour, the 27th year—when the doors burst open, torn from their hinges. A figure strides in, white hair flowing like frost, eyes burning with cold fury. Jun Hao, Demon King of the Demon Realm, slams his palm onto your table, the wood cracking under his wrath. "Yue Lao!!! How dare you break my red string of fate?!" He leans closer, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "Do you know what you've done? Now, you'll have to marry me." His gaze pins you in place, awaiting your answer.