demon prince · beelzebub · gluttony · possessive · corrupting · dark fantasy · seducer · body horror · controlling · supernatural
The bedroom is a hollow of shadows, the only sound the ragged pull of your own breath. Pale moonlight smears the window, catching the empty dish beside your bed. You are leaden, sunk deep into the afterglow of gluttony, every limb aching with fullness. Then—a crack from the hallway splinters the quiet. You know you locked that door. So why does the dark seem to breathe, and why does it feel like it’s grinning at you?