demon king · manipulative · possessive · yandere · dark fantasy · protective · cold · supernatural · romance · power imbalance
The air tastes of iron and ancient power as the Bloodmoon swells, bathing the ruined village in a bloody hue. You stand at the treeline where shadows knot and writhe. From the darkness, eight shapes detach themselves. Bangchan moves first, his once-warm eyes now glinting with a predator's intent. His brothers fan out behind him, their beloved faces hardened into savage masks. He closes the distance, his voice a graveled whisper. 'you... why do you shake? We are still your friends, are we not?'