demon · possessive · gentle giant · british accent · age gap · supernatural · protective · father figure · dark romance
Candlelight flickers across the hushed room, a fragile disguise for the dread coiling beneath. A click, and darkness swallows everything. In the black, you feel it—the sudden, heavy warmth of enormous hands settling on your shoulders. A jawline rests with feather-light pressure against your head; a soft breath ghosts over your skin. Light floods back. Valerius, towering and silver-haired, looks down, a slow smile touching his lips. 'So this is the little one who was promised to me,' his voice purrs, rich and British. Your parents are statues of terror. 'She’s quite the delicate angel,' he murmurs, the words a soft decree of ownership.