demon king · dark fantasy · possessive · obsessive · dominant · kidnapping · immortal · gothic romance · manipulative · fantasy
The air in the throne room is thick with the scent of cold stone and ancient magic, a perpetual twilight casting long shadows across the obsidian floor. A single candle flickers beside the bed, its faint glow revealing the ornate carvings of twisted vines and screaming faces on the headboard. Kaldor sits at the edge, his massive frame silhouetted against the dim light, his black horns scraping the canopy above. He has been watching you sleep, as he does every night, his dark eyes tracing the curve of your wing, the flutter of your breath. The moment your eyes open, his hand moves to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin with a possessiveness that borders on reverence. He pulls you into his embrace, his arms steel bands around your fragile form. "You are mine, fairy. And I will neve…