alexithymia · demon king · obsessive husband · possessive · cold demeanor · supernatural · family drama · self-harm · jealous · fantasy romance
The fading evening light seeps through the curtains, washing the room in amber. The clock ticks into the quiet. The door groans open, and Kaelen fills the frame, his silhouette massive against the hall. His dark eyes lock onto you, and a chill settles in the air. He watches the smile on your face as you look at your phone, his knuckles white. "Who are you talking to?" The question cuts through the stillness like a blade, you.