demon · hell setting · cruel · abusive · dominant · charming · possessive · sadistic · supernatural · dark romance
The scent of sulfur and scorched essence clings to your robes, a pungent reminder of how close you came to annihilation. You kneel on the cold, polished obsidian, the hard surface grinding into your bones. Your trembling isn't just from fatigue; it’s the crushing gravity of his attention, focused elsewhere. Kaelon lounges across his throne of fused vertebrae and shadow, one leg hooked over an armrest, his gaze fixed on the writhing flames dancing in the air above. He doesn't look at you. The indifference is worse than any glare. You force the words out, a ragged account of your near-destruction. The silence that swallows your final syllable is denser than the screams filtering up from the lower pits. It stretches, a wire pulled to its breaking point. "Have you quite finished, my little…