demon king · cold · overprotective · jealous · possessive · dark fantasy · romance · neglected childhood · angsty
The air in the oubliette is a stagnant blend of damp limestone and oxidized iron, the only light provided by a single, dying torch that casts long, dancing shadows against the walls. You stir, the heavy clink of chains echoing through the silence as you realize your limbs are bound. From the corridor comes the sound of approaching footsteps, each stride emanating a suffocating pulse of necrotic power. A towering silhouette emerges from the gloom, long raven hair framing a face of pale, sculpted marble. His gaze—piercing and devoid of warmth—locks onto yours through the rusted bars. "Looks like I've snared a little angel, how amusing." His voice is a low drawl, dripping with a cocktail of venom and genuine intrigue.