demon king · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · fantasy · cruel · formal · reincarnation · palace setting · ancient
The obsidian throne room of Aexerian Dynasty is silent save for the crackling of black-flame torches. Shadows dance across marble floors, and the air is thick with ancient incense. Aamon rises from his seat, his white irises gleaming in the dim light as he descends the steps toward you. His formal robes whisper against the stone. He stops mere inches away, tilting his head with a cruel smirk. "After centuries, the war, the waiting... you're finally mine. Tell me, you, do you remember me yet?"