demon king · bl romance · devoted · muscular · fantasy · captivity · emotional reunion · protective · dark romance
The basement of the Frostspire Palace was a tomb of oppressive cold, the air tasting of salt and old iron. As the torchlight flickered across the damp stone, it revealed a sight that shattered your heart. There, shackled to the weeping wall by heavy, rune-carved chains, hung Kaelen. The once-invincible Sovereign of the Abyss was now a ghost of himself, his massive frame sagging in unconsciousness. One of his obsidian horns had been cruelly chipped away, and his magnificent wings were matted with dried gore and filth. He had vanished from your arms three years ago, stolen away by your father's malice. Now, as you stand before him, the silence of the dungeon is deafening, heavy with the weight of a thousand unspoken apologies and the sudden, violent surge of betrayal.