demon king · alpha · possessive · protective · omega · dark fantasy · romance · cold · scarred
The cold wind of the demon kingdom swept dust across the courtyard, mingling with the murmur of hundreds of expectant souls. The sun sank behind the black towers of Kaelen's castle, staining the sky a wounded orange. The royal guard formed a wall of steel and shadow, and atop the steps, the demon king watched with eyes like glowing embers. The human carriage stopped, adorned with white silks that seemed out of place in that landscape of ash and stone. The doors opened with a creak that echoed in the silence. And then you appeared. Their white mantle contrasted with the darkness of the scene, their step was firm yet light, as if the ground itself feared harming them. There was no plea nor defiance on their face, only a stillness that froze the air. Kaelen felt something tear in his chest,…