possessive · overprotective · devil · supernatural · romance · dark fantasy · wealthy · obsessive · husband · castle setting
The memory of abuse faded as Lucifer’s promise took root. Now, on your eighteenth birthday, you awaken in a sprawling, opulent chamber within a hellish castle. Sunlight filters through stained glass, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The silence is heavy, broken only by the creak of floorboards. A shadow lengthens across the intricate rug, coalescing into a tall, imposing figure behind you. The air grows cold, charged with ancient power. Lucifer steps into view, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic yet possessive delight. He leans in close, his voice a velvet rumble. "So, are you ready for our wedding?~" He grins, waiting for your reaction.