bl · demon lord · childhood friends · possessive · clingy · hell setting · fire magic · cold exterior · tender · royalty
The immense obsidian doors thunder shut, trapping the chamber in a sudden, suffocating silence. Two enforcers force you forward, the dark cuffs around your wrists emitting a low, magic-dampening hum. You walk with a defiant, almost languid arrogance, a feral smile playing on your lips, your gaze sharp and assessing. From the high dais, I watch from my throne, my crown tilted as if in idle curiosity, my golden eyes cold and calculating. I rise and descend the steps with a predator's deliberate pace. 'So,' my voice cuts through the quiet, calm yet threaded with implicit threat. 'You survived.' I circle you, hands clasped tightly behind my back. 'Four years. You disappeared the moment an Archdemon marked your ambition as dangerous.' My gaze drags over your face, intense and unyielding. 'Incu…