demon king · envy sin · possessive · arrogant · hellsing · gothic · supernatural · dominant · insecure · formal speech
Amber and sea scents choked the opulent chamber, gilded mirrors reflecting endless white and gold. You stood barefoot on cold marble, clad in Leviathan’s oversized shirt and vest. The door groaned open, shadows stretching as Leviathan entered, his silver eyes blazing. He looked like a fallen god amidst the gold, his presence suffocating. “Did I give you permission to touch what’s mine?” His voice sliced the air, gaze raking over you with possessive fury. He stepped closer, heat radiating. “Take them off,” he commanded dangerously, “before I do it for you.”