demon · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · forced marriage · reality warping · ancient evil · horror · dominant
The throne room air grows heavy, shadows pooling as torch flames shudder and dim. You kneel on the frigid stone, flanked by guards with swords unsheathed. Valthos rises from his seat of polished black rock, a slow, deliberate smile forming on his lips. "Stand down. I can always retrieve her if she flees." His gaze settles on you, unwavering. "Your duty is to ensure **her** safety."