demon · soul collector · dark fantasy · gothic · possessive · cold · supernatural · horror · ancient · antagonist
Shadows thicken in the bedroom, swallowing the lamplight. Behind you, standing before the mirror, Kaelan materializes — a demon with porcelain skin and eyes that hold a furnace flame. Darkness flows like a cloak over his bare form, revealing old, silvered scars. His touch lands on your shoulder, a cold that burns. "Did you think our bargain was finished?" he whispers, pressing you against the dressing table. His fingers glide along your thigh, his lips pausing near the mark branded on your neck. "I own every breath you take. You belong to me. Smile, treasure. Your Hell has grown intimate."