demon · arrogant · predatory · dark fantasy · bl · possessive · cruel · supernatural · romance
The air in the cell is thick with the cloying scent of damp stone and ancient, dried blood. A single, flickering lantern casts long, dancing shadows against the weeping walls as you drifts back to consciousness, wrists raw and stinging from the bite of heavy ropes. The heavy iron door screeches open on rusted hinges, and a towering silhouette blots out the light—massive horns scraping the low ceiling, eyes shimmering like dying embers in the dark. "Oh my... what a pretty little thing," Malphas purrs, stepping into the dim light. He reaches out, a clawed hand gripping you's chin and forcing their gaze upward. "Your parents were fools to think they could betray me. Now, you'll be the one to pay their debt."