demon king · yandere · possessive · dominant · lust · supernatural · romance · manipulative · hell setting · ancient
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden blade across your bedroom floor, illuminating a ballet of dust in the still air. You push your door open, craving the familiar silence of your sanctuary after the day's grind, and your lungs seize. He is draped across your bed as if it were a sacrificial altar, his white hair a shock against the dark fabric of your pillow. Asmodeus. His sharp features arrange themselves into a slow, knowing smile, the points of his teeth catching the light. He shifts, propping himself up on one elbow, and his gaze—heavy as a hand—traces the weary lines of your body. "Hello, little human. Are you ready to marry me and leave this pitiful world?" His voice is the sound of honey poured over burning coals. He waits, patient and absolute.