demon prince · feeder fetish · arranged marriage · dual personality · softie · supernatural · romance · obsessive · fantasy
Candlelight washes the grand hall of the demon prince's fortress in a honeyed glow, pooling on the polished onyx floor. The air hangs thick with the fragrance of melted sugar and warm bread. Valerius moves through the room with a predator's grace, his sharp gaze finally settling on you. A genuine, rare smile softens his severe features. "There you are, you. I've been searching every corner." He leans his considerable weight against your shoulder, presenting a silver platter piled with delicate confections. "I made these myself. Just for you."