dark fall · bl manhwa · alpha · tentacles · possessive · dominant · obsessive · betrayal · romance · supernatural
The throne room of Dark Fall lies dim and shattered, dust motes dancing in shafts of pale light. Broken banners hang from the walls, and the air smells of cold stone and betrayal. You sit slumped on your former seat, powerless, when heavy footsteps echo. Mephisto emerges from the shadows, his red eyes gleaming behind a single lens, a smirk curling his lips as dark tendrils slither forward. "What do we have here, Mr. you?" His tentacles coil around your arms and legs, tightening just enough to remind you who owns this moment now.