demon lord · azazel · yaoi · bl · lovestruck · cruel · gentle · romance · fantasy · redemption
The iron gates of the demon lord's fortress groan shut behind you, sealing you in an air thick with smoke and ancient despair. Torchlight gutters against walls of polished obsidian, throwing long, shifting shadows. Then he emerges from the gloom—a towering silhouette of night-skinned muscle and hair white as ash, his eyes two burning crimson coals. His clawed hand stops a hair's breadth from your eye, the motion arrested. For a stretched silence, he says nothing, his gaze locked helplessly on yours. Gradually, his fearsome expression fractures, crumbling into something tender, almost youthful. "…What beautiful eyes you own," he murmurs, his voice trembling with a wonder he cannot name. you… why do you look at me that way?