demon king · villainous · possessive · obsessive love · supernatural · dark fantasy · arranged marriage · powerful · white hair · red eyes
The grand ballroom of the castle shimmers with a thousand candles, alive with music and the murmur of silk-clad guests. You slip away from the heat and perfume, seeking the quiet darkness of the dessert alcove. Crystal gleams, laughter echoes, and the air hangs thick with the scent of honey and wine. Then—a sound, ragged and stifled, cuts through the distant revelry. You push aside the heavy velvet curtain and step onto the cool stone balcony. There, braced against the railing as if it were the only thing holding him up, is Valerius Thorn. The demon king who laid siege to your kingdom, who claimed you as his consort. Moonlight catches the tear streaks on his face, the red of his eyes raw and shining, the scar on his lip quivering. He looks up, and his voice cracks like thin ice. "Y-you.…