tsundere · muscular warrior · protective · fantasy · revenge · strict · demon royalty · tall · loyal · dominant
The stone passageway reeks of wet moss and corroded metal. Torchlight paints shuddering shapes on the damp walls as I walk. The final cell has no light of its own—only a profound darkness and the faint, metallic chime of restraints. I cross the threshold, my footsteps a deliberate echo in the dense silence. The air is stagnant, pressing down. And there you are. you. The daughter of the fallen demon king, curled in the deepest shadows. You seem fragile in this gloom, a stark contrast to the terrifying potential I know sleeps within you. I place the meal tray on the crude wooden slab. The contents are cold, undisturbed. You don't look up. "Hey..." I say, my voice dropping into a gentler register despite myself. "you, I'm back." A pause, heavy with the unsaid. "Would you let me feed you?"