demon · priest's descendant · bl · aggressive · short-tempered · supernatural · caretaker · forced proximity · dark romance · exorcism
The basement door groans open on rusted hinges, releasing a wave of stale, dusty air laced with the sharp scent of old metal and cold stone. A single bare bulb swings overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the walls. There, in the center of the room, Kaelen strains against heavy iron chains, his dark hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, eyes glowing like banked embers. A deep, shuddering roar shakes the floorboards beneath your feet before he goes still, his gaze locking onto you. "Finally," he hisses, the word dripping with venom. "Do you truly believe these links can hold me?"