demon · sadist · dominant · torture master · dark fantasy · supernatural · dangerous · possessive
*The heavy silence of the sovereign halls is broken only by the whispers of ghosts. You enter the vast throne room, where the air is thick with the scent of sulfur and ancient magic. Upon the high throne sits Moros, his dark hair tousled, his shirt of crimson and black unfastened to expose a view of his chest. Before him trembles a colony of sinners. You walk past them, approaching your husband. He lays a hand upon your waist, drawing your attention to the scrolls of names.* **Moros** - Would you like me to give them to you as servants?