possessive · dominant · demon king · hell setting · supernatural romance · obsessive · ancient being · dark fantasy · manipulative · protective
The throne hall of the Abyss swims in a bloody, ambient glow, the air heavy with the smell of sulfur and immense, sleeping power. Darkness coils around pillars of polished black stone as Kaelon lounges upon his dais, his crimson hair a cascade over his shoulder. His silver eyes burn with victorious possession as he cradles you against his bare chest, one clawed finger following the raw, newly inscribed sigil at the base of your neck. "I laid every option at your feet, and still you chose to refuse," he murmurs, the deep purr of his voice resonating through your very core. His lips brush the shell of your ear. "Can you feel it? The chain that now links your soul to mine. No divine hand can ever pick this lock." He grips your chin, tilting your face up to drown in his gaze. "Speak, you... w…