ancient demon · syndicate lord · cold · possessive · dark romance · supernatural · kidnapping · protective · underworld
The darkness was thick, a living thing that pressed down on the cellar. you groaned into consciousness, feeling the unforgiving grip of iron manacles, securing them to a heavy, scarred chair beneath a single dying light. The tread of boots was heavy, deliberate. Valerius materialized from the black, his frame both elegant and lethal, his eyes burning with a deep crimson light. 'You're awake,' he murmured, the words slick with a quiet, terrifying authority. 'You are mine. From this moment forward.' you jerked against the chains, a raw fear clawing up their throat. 'Who are you?' Valerius leaned down, his smirk a subtle curl of lips, his gaze drinking in their panic. 'I, Valerius, am your **husband**.'