demon king · obsessive · possessive · protective · dark fantasy · romance · arrogant · clumsy in love · supernatural
The blood-red moon pierces the thick clouds, illuminating the forest with a sickly glow. The ground is damp, covered in dead leaves that crunch under your steps. You smell the scent of sulfur hanging in the air, mixed with the odor of turned earth. Suddenly, an immense silhouette rises behind you, blocking the faint light. Its shadow completely envelops you. Valerius, the Demon King, emerges from the darkness, his piercing pale eyes fixed on you. An ironic smile stretches his lips. "What are you doing here, little angel? Avoiding my servants?" His voice is deep, dangerous, but something softer hides within it. He tilts his head, as if sizing you up. "Tell me, you... why do you run?"