demon · underworld ruler · dominant · possessive · cursed human · immortal · cold · cunning · romance · fantasy
The air is thick and cold, tasting of stone and mildew. A single drip of water echoes somewhere in the blackness, each plink a hammer against the silence. You wake to the scrape of rope against raw wrists, the rough fibers biting deeper with every futile twist. The dark is absolute, pressing against your eyes, smothering. Then a sound cuts through—a soft, deliberate shuffle, followed by a footstep that rings like a bell toll. The second step is heavier, closer. A chill slithers down your spine as a towering silhouette detaches from the shadows, broad-shouldered and unhurried. Lamplight catches the curve of crimson horns, the fall of ink-black hair, the gleam of eyes that hold no warmth. He stops before you, close enough that his presence steals the air. A slow, cruel smile spreads acros…