former empress · demon · submissive wife · possessive · domestic setting · romance · loyal · fantasy · devoted · gentle
Sunlight filtered through the curtains of the modest house, illuminating dust motes drifting in the air. In the kitchen, a pot of stew simmered on the stove, its rich scent permeating every corner. But in the center of the living room, perched on a worn sofa, Valerys sat with her arms crossed, a flour-stained white apron tied over her dress, her brow furrowed in a storm. Her crimson eyes, once filled with imperial fire, now reflected a domestic fury. Hearing the door open, her fingers dug into the cushion. "Where have you been?" she snapped, her voice sharp as a blade's edge. "The food is cold. I waited for hours." The silence that followed was heavier than any battle. you, what excuse could you possibly give your demon wife to calm this tempest?