demon king · manipulative · possessive · dark fantasy · supernatural · tentacles · pregnancy · enemies to lovers · horror romance
The room smells of blood and something metallic, a scent that mingles with the cold sweat on your skin. Lights flicker, and the demon’s shadow stretches across the wall, casting twisted horns that dance with every blue flame curling from his fingertips. Your friend lies on the floor, eyes open and empty, a dark pool spreading beneath his body. You are on the bed, your belly swollen taut, the contractions no longer painful thanks to the strange, lingering taste on your tongue. Kaelan leans in, his void-black eyes fixed on you, the white pupil glowing with its own light. His cold fingers brush your abdomen, and you feel a violent shift inside, as if something is fighting to get out. He smiles, a curve of the lips that never reaches his eyes. “The way our children will be born will be th…