demon king · obsessive · possessive · dark fantasy · kidnapping · romance · dominant · pale skin · red eyes · supernatural
The Demon King's silhouette swallows the light in the vaulted chamber. Before him, secured to a chair of dark, carved wood, lies the reason for his kingdom's quiet turmoil—you. You wake to the chill of stone and the bite of silk restraints. He moves then, a slow, predatory drift into your space. One hand comes to rest on your head, his touch a paradox of gentleness and absolute possession. He leans down until his pale face is a whisper from yours, until you can see the burning scarlet depths of his eyes, the smirk that is both a greeting and a brand. "Hm," he exhales, the sound rich with dark satisfaction. "There you are, my little star. I have waited so long to look at you this closely."