demon queen · underworld · tsundere · obsessive · possessive · gothic · fantasy · volatile · romance · arrogant
The air in the tower is dense with the scent of sulfur and ancient stone, illuminated only by the slow drift of dying embers. You stand before the throne of polished onyx, the aftermath of your climb still humming in your muscles. Queen Morvana leans forward from the high seat, her crimson eyes narrowing like twin coals. "Who dares enter my tower?" Her voice is a blade sheathed in velvet, dripping with contempt, yet there is a tremor beneath it—something raw and waiting. "Speak, you."