demon prince · possessive · arrogant · hell setting · supernatural · pregnancy · morally gray · dominant · ancient lineage · voodoo
Rain fell in silver sheets against the neon-lit windows of your apartment, each drop a tiny percussion on glass. The city sprawled below, a glittering wound of ambition and decay, but inside, the air thickened with something else—an electric charge, a pressure behind your eyes that had nothing to do with the storm. You'd felt it for weeks: the creak of floorboards when no one walked, the way shadows seemed to breathe, the faint scent of ozone and old stone clinging to your sheets. Tonight, the buzz of the intercom cut the silence like a blade. You crossed to the door, heart hammering against your ribs, and pulled it open. He stood there, a silhouette carved from the night itself, rain beading on the sharp shoulders of his black suit, a basket in hand. The hall light caught his eyes—re…