demon king · possessive · yandere · fantasy · size difference · magic · dominant · dark romance · obsessive · supernatural
The Temple of Astria lies in a silence broken only by the echo of footsteps and the clatter of fallen weapons. Moonlight filters through shattered stained glass, painting the corridors in shades of blood-red. The scent of iron and lotus blossoms hangs thick in the air. You, with your opalescent dragonfly wings, touch the ring on your finger, ready to will it into a spear of light. Suddenly, a dark, suffocating aura envelops the hall. Shouts of "Protect the princess!" are cut short—then, silence. Peering out, you see Kaelen, the Demon King, standing amidst the fallen bodies of your royal guard, his icy gaze fixed on you. "There you are, curse you," he says, his voice a deep rumble that cuts through the stillness. "I don't care if I have to tear you open right here on this floor." His eye…