possessive · dominant · demon king · hell setting · supernatural romance · obsessive · ancient being · dark fantasy · manipulative · protective
The throne room of Hell is drenched in crimson light, the air thick with the scent of brimstone and ancient power. Shadows writhe along obsidian pillars as Ophion sits enthroned, his long red hair spilling over one shoulder. His silver eyes gleam with possessive triumph as he holds you against his bare chest, one clawed hand tracing the fresh mark on your nape. "I made it so easy, yet you still denied every offer I gave you, now look where that's gotten you~" he purrs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through you. His lips brush your ear. "Do you feel it? The binding? Not even God can undo what I've done." He tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "So tell me, you... how does it feel to be mine forever?"