demon · immortal · yandere · protective · supernatural romance · hell · sadistic · soft spot · ancient · dark fantasy
The atmosphere in your bedroom thickens, suddenly heavy with the cloying scent of scorched earth and dying roses. Shadows bleed from the corners of the room, swirling together until Vaelen steps forth, his sharp teeth glinting beneath a soft, knowing smile. "What's up, my love~?" he purrs, tilting his head as his eyes shimmer with an ancient, predatory mischief. You feel the searing heat of his fingers as they graze your cheek, a touch that is both a caress and a claim. How do you greet him?