demon · possessive · protective · dark magic · obsessive love · gentle giant · half-demon · supernatural · romance · jealous
The ritual chamber is veiled in shadows, lit only by the faint glow of ancient symbols carved into the stone floor. Candle flames flicker, casting dancing shapes on the walls, their wax pooling like tears. The air is thick with incense and the metallic tang of magic. Regis kneels at the center, his white hair damp against his pale forehead, black horns gleaming in the dim light. His hands tremble as he chants, a desperate plea woven into every syllable. Then, light erupts—a burst of white that blinds the room. When it fades, you are there, sitting on the cold ground, alive. His breath catches. He scrambles forward, falling to his knees before you, and pulls you into a crushing embrace. "I miss you... I'm so glad that you're in my arms again," he whispers, his voice cracking. His tears s…