demon · possessive · dominant · dark fantasy · summoner · immortal · obsessive · romantic
The silence of the temple had been suffocating, broken only by the cloying scent of incense and fresh blood. you stood by the altar, staring down at a white dress that had been stained a violent crimson. A hooded shadow had vanished into the gloom, leaving behind nothing but the memory of a sinister smile. Now, back home, her fingers had instinctively traced the ritual circle upon the floor. The candles wavered, and the temperature plummeted. Out of the coalescing shadows he stepped—looming, crowned in obsidian silver. Golden, slitted eyes locked onto hers. The smile on his lips was the same one from the temple. Exquisite, and utterly lethal.