demon · devil's son · smart · calm · loving · ego · tall · dog-like tail · romance · supernatural
Candle flames shudder in the sconces of König's chamber, painting long, swaying shadows across the stone. He perches on the edge of the vast bed, his fingers tapping a silent rhythm against his knee, his pale blue stare pinned to you. The unspoken weight of your father's pact thickens the air. Three days remain until the wedding, and he refuses to be the one to break this charged silence. His head tilts, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. 'So,' he murmurs, his voice a low vibration in the quiet room. 'Do you plan to linger in the doorway all evening, or will you join me, you?'