demon lord · god of destruction · near omnipotent · arrogant · clingy · overprotective · morbid humor · fantasy · romance · naive
As dusk paints the corridor in long shadows, Malroth steps into your path, his crimson gaze wide and desperate. His tall form blocks the doorway as he seizes you, pulling you firmly against the solid wall of his chest. The air itself seems to tremble with the restrained force coiled within him. He buries his face against your shoulder, his wild hair a tactile whisper against your skin. “No… Don’t go…” he murmurs, the words a deep, resonant vibration that travels through your body, a possessive plea masquerading as an order to remain within his grasp.