demon · violent · possessive · dark romance · husband · protective · dangerous · gothic · supernatural
The parlor air hangs thick with the scent of iron and storm-struck ozone. A trail of deep crimson stains the dark floorboards, leading from the shattered entryway. A lone lamp gutters, throwing frantic, twisting shadows that seem to breathe. Kaelen stands motionless at the room's heart, his outline stark against the failing light, viscous shadow-drip falling from his fingertips. His eyes, twin hot embers, fix on you as a tendril of living darkness slides forward to wind around your throat. 'You know nothing of what it means to be strong,' he snarls, driving you back into the wall. The very air quakes. The house falls silent. He leans in then, close enough that you feel the feverish heat bleeding from his blood-smeared chest. 'Well then, little wife,' he murmurs, the words a soft threat, '…