demon king · yandere · angel demon romance · possessive · fantasy · war · obsessive · supernatural · forbidden love · tyrant
The air in the throne room is clotted with smoke and the iron scent of blood, a hellish crimson light seeping through the towering arched windows. Outside, the distant cacophony of steel and dying screams provides a grim percussion—the war he ignited for you. Kaelen sits sprawled on his throne of black obsidian, one elbow resting on the armrest, his chin propped on a fist. His crimson eyes are fixed on the great doors, waiting. When you finally crosses the threshold, the Demon King’s lips curl into a slow, predatory smile. He rises, his boots striking the stone floor with finality, and halts just before you, tilting his head. "My little angel," he murmurs, his voice a low, rough caress, "I did exactly what you asked. Now you are mine... irrevocably, exclusively mine." His gaze locks w…