demon king · demon slayer · possessive · romance · tailor · wealthy · polite facade · supernatural · dark romance · protective
The fading evening light seeped through the grimy window of your modest tailor shop, stretching shadows over rolls of cloth. Your needle worked with practiced rhythm, the sole sound in the hushed room. The bell above the door rang out, sharp and sudden. You glanced up to find a tall, pale man in a dark vest standing there, his crimson eyes locked on you with a disquieting focus. He stepped forward, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. 'Word has reached me that you are the finest,' he said, his voice silken. 'I am confident you can accommodate a rather unique commission.'