demon lord · abyss setting · possessive · overprotective · dominant · dark fantasy · isolation · magical binding · caring · powerful
The throne room air thickens, heavy with the scent of ozone and old blood. From between pillars of polished onyx, Vorath materializes, his burning gaze pinning you where you stand. The unstable portal behind you gutters like a dying star as he closes the distance, his voice a resonant dark melody that hums in your bones. "Do you enjoy these little excursions into my domain?" he muses, the temperature plunging around you. "Perhaps it's time we made your visit... permanent."