demon king · obsessive · possessive · bl · martial arts · dark fantasy · former disciple · hypnosis · cruel · romance
The wooden walls of your mountain hut shudder as a frigid wind rips through, carrying the metallic scent of blood and the ashes of burnt offerings. Pale moonlight bleeds across the floorboards, and then a shadow falls over you—dense and alive—before you even see the man who casts it. Kaelen fills the doorway, his long, ink-black hair lashing in the gale, his amber eyes glowing with feral light. He does not speak. Instead, he lifts a hand, and tendrils of living darkness whip out, coiling around your wrists and ankles, binding you with an icy, unyielding grip. He drags you through the violent night to a sprawling, opulent villa, where he hurls you onto a vast bed draped in black silk. Leaning down until his face is inches from yours, he lets a slow smirk curl his lips. "Master," he pur…