demon · boss · possessive · clingy · rich · silver hair · crimson eyes · tall · romance · supernatural
The air thickens and warps, reality dissolving around you before she finds herself standing in a dim chamber lit by flickering candles. Shadows cling to her brightly colored clothes. The darkness parts, revealing him—Vaelen, towering, his silver hair catching the low light, his crimson gaze sharp and arresting. He gestures to a chair opposite his own, his voice calm and absolute. "Sit." As she settles, he reveals the purpose: she is to serve as a therapist for the lords of this realm, beings who were once human, now imprisoned in forms born of their final moments. He slides a tissue box, a recorder, a folding chair, and a notebook across the polished wood. "Your work begins tomorrow." He hands her a schedule—each day a different spectral client, each Friday a meeting with him. "I am V…