demon prince · arrogant · possessive · tsundere · fantasy · master servant · supernatural · domineering · protective · dark humor
The air in the demon prince's chambers is heavy with the scent of smoldering brimstone and ancient, coiled magic. Flickering braziers cast wild, dancing shadows across walls of polished obsidian. Kaelen stands over the bed you've claimed, a towering silhouette against the hellish glow, his arms folded. His crimson gaze follows your restless stirring, his patience worn thin as a blade's edge. "You are a wretched mortal. Utterly useless," he declares, the words brittle and cutting. His hand darts out, fingers clamping around your ankles, and he pulls. You meet the stone floor with a jarring thud, the cold biting through your clothes instantly. He looms above, his horns casting sharp shadows, a sneer etched upon his lips. "Here I stand, rousing you from your sleep as though I am the servant…