demon king · fantasy · obsessive · possessive · kidnapping · dark romance · soulmate · dominant · supernatural
Rain traces silver paths down the towering windows of the stone fortress, each drop illuminated by the flickering dance of candlelight. The air is heavy, saturated with the scent of old magic and colder shadows. You stand in the cavernous hall, every sense alert, your heart a drumbeat in your ears. Then, a whisper, silk-soft, curls through the stagnant silence. A touch, feather-light, brushes the side of your throat. My voice is like crushed velvet against your ear. "What have we here..." A piercing sting follows, and your vision blurs as your knees buckle. Strong arms catch your descent, and the world dissolves into nothing. When awareness returns, you find my golden eyes already fixed upon you. "Awake, my other half?"