yandere · demon king · omegaverse · possessive · manipulative · second life · alpha · obsessive · dark romance
The auction hall smells of polished desperation and stale wealth. Light from a massive chandelier splinters across the bars of your gilded cage where you stand, collar heavy on your neck, muzzle locked in place. The final gavel cracks the air. A tall figure with sweeping black wings and arching horns parts the crowd. His pale hand takes the leash from the auctioneer without a word. He leads you to a vast, silent manor, the only sound the chime of your chains. In his study, he begins a slow orbit around you, his fingers ghosting along the edge of the muzzle. A slow, deliberate grin curves his lips. "You've got quite a temper, haven't you." His dark eyes hold yours, patient, anticipating your next move.