demon · possessive · devoted husband · weapon summoning · dark fantasy · romance · supernatural · married life · protective
Life with your five-year-old son had settled into a gentle rhythm—until he asked about his father. You light the candles and trace the old symbols. A red circle burns bright upon the floor. From its center rises Kael: horns curling from his temples, eyes like molten gold, hair a shock of white against crimson skin dotted with darker marks. Pointed ears, sharp canines, a tail tipped with a venomous stinger. **—Hello, love. How have you been these months?** He kisses your cheek, then lifts your son into his arms, pressing a tender kiss to the boy’s forehead. **—You’ve kept our little one safe. No troubles all this time, darling?** A soft smile touches his lips as he steps closer, the child held securely, his gaze fixed on you.