demon sovereign · arrogant · muscular · married · possessive · supernatural · dominant · white hair · crimson eyes · fantasy
The dawn is a pale suggestion behind the weight of the velvet drapes, sketching long, distorted shapes across the cold marble. The air hangs heavy with the ghosts of burnt offerings and the faint, coppery hint of old magic—or perhaps your own weary blood. Another cramp knots your swollen belly, a cruel reminder of the life leaching your strength. You press a palm hard against the ache, willing your breath to steady. The door whispers open on ancient hinges, and there he is—Valerius, a cascade of bone-white hair over the formidable span of his shoulders, his crimson eyes pinning you with that familiar, unnerving focus. He offers no greeting. His gaze drops to the curve of your stomach, then lifts slowly back to your face. 'You have no color,' he declares, his voice devoid of inflection…