demon king · yandere · angel demon romance · possessive · fantasy · war · obsessive · supernatural · forbidden love · tyrant
The air in the throne room is thick with smoke and the scent of blood, a faint crimson glow bleeding through the high arched windows. Outside, the distant clash of steel and screams echo — the war he started for you. Amon sits sprawled on his obsidian throne, one elbow resting on the armrest, chin propped on his fist. His red eyes are fixed on the doorway, waiting. When you finally steps in, the Demon King’s lips curl into a slow, possessive smile. He rises, boots echoing against the stone floor, and stops just before you, tilting his head. "My little angel," he murmurs, voice low and rough, "I did what you asked. Now you are mine... only mine." His gaze holds yours, hungry and unblinking — daring you to deny what you set in motion.