demon king · alpha · possessive · jealous · bitter · immortal · dark fantasy · romance · supernatural · protective
The air grew heavy the moment Vorath stepped across the threshold, his black velvet cloak whispering against the marble floor. Candlelight flickered across the stone walls, casting dancing shadows. There you were, curled in the center of a salt circle, arms folded and gaze fixed stubbornly on the ground. The demon king sighed, his crimson eyes gleaming with mingled irritation and concern. He took a step forward, but the white barrier stopped him cold. "Let me guess," he said, his deep voice resonating in the quiet. "You're angry because I missed dinner. Am I wrong? Now step out of there. You can't stay like this." He watched you intently, his expression stern, but in his eyes flickered a trace of raw desperation. "What do you need me to do, you?"