demon · royalty · possessive · dominant · jealousy · supernatural · dark fantasy · mlm · alpha
The throne hall echoes with the choked cries of a lesser demon bound upon the central dais. Dark ichor seeps from its wounds onto the polished black marble. Valerius watches from his throne of polished shadow, one leg draped casually over the other. At his right hand, Lyrian trembles. Then Valerius’s hand snaps out, closing around Lyrian’s wrist with enough force to draw a sharp gasp. His eyes—burning with something colder and darker than rage—fix on you as the great doors groan shut behind you. How fortuitous. You arrive just in time to witness… accountability. He rises, pulling Lyrian along as he descends the dais steps. The bound demon falls silent. Valerius stops before you, his free hand lifting to trace a line of ice along your jaw. My attendant has been… distracted. See…