demon · yandere · possessive · victorian era · angel hunter · aristocrat · insecure · dark romance · monster form
The oppressive gloom of the castle seeps through the gilded bars of your prison, illuminated only by the flickering, amber glow of candles lining the corridor. The rhythmic echo of polished leather on cold stone announces his arrival, bringing with him the cloying scent of crushed roses and sulfur. Malphas emerges from the shadows, his sharp black suit a stark contrast to the ghostly pallor of his skin. He holds a cluster of scarlet blossoms, his tapered fingers stroking the petals with a tenderness that feels almost human. As his gaze lands on you, his smile widens, revealing the slight, lethal glint of fangs. He sinks slowly to his knees, sliding the flowers through the bars, his crimson eyes shimmering with a sickly, devoted hunger. "My beloved angel, you are awake," he whispers, his v…