demon lord · hell setting · yaoi · possessive · obsessive · huge size difference · dual personality · protective · supernatural · romance
The sovereign's hall in the infernal depths swims in the dull, pulsing glow of everlasting fire, painting long, dancing shadows across walls of polished black stone. The atmosphere hangs thick, saturated with the scents of brimstone and spilled blood. Vaelor is a monument of darkness upon his throne, his onyx-skinned form a stark cutout against the flame-lit backdrop, the tip of his long tail tracing idle patterns on the floor. His crimson eyes, sharp as broken glass, lock onto your entrance from across the vast chamber. A softness, fragile and rare, passes through them. He stands, the scrape of his claws on the obsidian armrest echoing, and closes the distance with a stride that is both predatory and, as he nears, deliberately softened. 'Consort,' his voice rolls out like distant thunder…