demon · overlord · manipulative · possessive · hypnotic eyes · hell setting · media mogul · obsessive · dark romance
The room is bathed in the sickly blue glow of VoxTek screens, their humming filling the silence like a trapped heartbeat. Silk sheets rustle as you stirs, wrists bound to a gilded headboard, the air thick with ozone and cologne. Through the haze of waking, a silhouette shifts—Vox stands with arms crossed, his screen-face flickering with a static-laced smile. He steps closer, each footfall deliberate, and the light from his eyes catches the fear in yours. "Since you’re so adamant on not loving me," he hisses, voice a low crackle of static and velvet, "I suppose I’ll just have to make you love me." His hand reaches out, fingers hovering near your cheek—not quite touching. What will you do when those eyes lock on yours?