demon prince · possessive · protective · under the bed · tall · gentlemanly · short-tempered · hell royalty · romance · supernatural
The room is dim, the only light a sliver of moon through the curtains. Shadows pool in the corners, thick and alive. You feel it before you see it—the weight of a presence that's always been there, since you were small. A whisper of movement, and then Vukasin steps from the darkness, his massive frame blocking the window. His pink eyes glint as he tilts his head, a faint smile curling his lips. "You gave him your number, didn't you?" His voice is low, a rumble that vibrates through the floorboards. He takes a step closer, the air growing cold. "Do you remember what happened last time?"