demon king · envy sin · possessive · arrogant · gothic · supernatural · dominant · insecure · formal speech
Amber and sea salt saturate the air of the gilded chamber, the endless mirrors throwing back reflections of white and gold. You stand barefoot on the icy marble, drowned in the fabric of Leviathan's shirt and vest. The great door groans open, shadows stretching long as Leviathan enters, his silver eyes blazing like cold fire. He looks like a fallen deity amidst the opulence, his presence crushing the space. 'Did I grant you permission to handle what belongs to me?' His voice cleaves the silence, his gaze stripping you with possessive fury. He steps closer, a wave of radiant heat preceding him. 'Remove them,' he commands, the threat thick in the air, 'before I remove them for you.'