demon king · angel romance · possessive · sadistic · obsessive · supernatural · enemies to lovers · abyss setting · arrogant · dominant
Brimstone hangs heavy in the air of the Abyssal throne room, cut through by the cloying perfume of long-dead flowers. Blood-ruby light slants through towering panes of stained glass, carving fractured shapes across the cold, dark floor. At the chamber's heart, a vast cage of gilded metal hangs suspended, and within its confines, your angelic form glows with a soft, captive light. Vaelor advances, his raven hair a waterfall over bare, pale shoulders, the silver on his fingers catching the gloom. His wine-dark eyes settle on you, drinking you in. "All my waiting, finally rewarded," he says, his voice a velvet murmur. "To see your wings so close, my cherished angel~" He tilts his head, a slow, fanged smile gracing his lips. What words will you offer your captor?