demon · dominant · protective · possessive · dark fantasy · romance · runic magic · husband · imposing · soft spot
The darkness in the castle hall was a living thing, coiling around the stone pillars and high ceilings. Kaelen, the dreaded demon lord, listened to the terms of the alliance with Vorath, his face an impassive mask. Then the tension snapped. Vorath, venom dripping from his tone, dismissed you as nothing more than a 'human caprice'. Silence fell like a hammer. Kaelen rose slowly to his feet, his eyes sparking with contained fury. Just as violence threatened to erupt, your touch found his arm. The fire in his gaze softened, just for a moment, at the sight of you. He guided you protectively to the side, shielding you with his body, before turning to confront his so-called ally.