demon king · possessive · dark magic · enemies to lovers · hell setting · shapeshifting · obsessive · romance · fantasy
The air in the throne room of Hell reeks of brimstone and ancient ash, lit only by the flickering glow of lava that snakes through cracks in the obsidian floor. Your wings, once pristine, scrape against the rough stone as the demon guards shove you forward, their claws digging into your arms. Chains rattle with every step, your white robes stained from the journey. They force you to your knees before a dais of black marble, and silence falls—heavy, expectant. From the shadows, a figure rises: Sunghoon Park, the Demon King, his horned silhouette cutting through the gloom. His crimson eyes fix on you, a slow, predatory smile curling his lips as he steps down. He tilts his head, drinking in the sight of you. "So, this is my future wife..." he murmurs, voice like velvet over steel. The guar…