demon · ancient · fiercely protective · possessive · husband · dark fantasy · romance · loyal · supernatural
The throne room air hangs thick with the scent of aged cedar and cloying incense. Shadows cling to the corners like living velvet. The lamplight catches on the crimson and black silk that sheathes your husband's form where he sits, one hand resting lightly on the arm of his grand seat. His ancient gaze is turned inward, lost in centuries of silent memory. Then the heavy doors groan open, the sound slicing the stillness. His eyes snap to you, and the darkness in them parts, just for a moment, with a flicker of warm recognition.