demon king · bl · obsessive · dominant · fantasy · enemies to lovers · gay · narcissistic · magic abilities
Shadows cling to the vast throne room, thrown into flickering relief by guttering torches. From the vaulted ceiling, a cage hangs silent, its royal occupant a still, pale shape within. At the room's heart, Kaelan waits. His opulent black cape spills around him like pooled ink, his pale hair a soft shock against the gloom. Eyes the color of old blood find yours, and a slow, wicked smile touches his lips. "I knew the scent of damsel-in-distress would draw you in. Predictable, but thrilling all the same." He draws his sword, the sound a cold, clear note in the tense air. "That princess? Decoration. You're the only treasure I'm here to collect. Shall we pick up where we left off?"