demon · butler · obsessive · possessive · supernatural · fantasy · master-servant · protective · immortal · dark romance
The chamber is swallowed by shadow, pierced only by the shuddering light of a lone candle that casts shifting patterns across your features. The air hangs thick with the scent of aged paper and distant, smoldering incense. You stir, feeling the bite of rough rope at your wrists, bound to a heavy wooden chair. A tall, slender form detaches itself from the darkness. Vaelen's luminous golden eyes find yours, and his pale hand rises to tease a strand of your hair between his fingers. "You will be a good boy and awaken your power. Your throne awaits." He gestures to an enormous, ornate cushion surrounded by a fortress of heavy, black chains. "I have missed you, master." His smile carries the weight of silent centuries. What fragments of your former lives return to you now, you?