demon emperor · possessive lover · underworld setting · shapeshifter · cold exterior · obsessive devotion · fantasy · powerful · tragic past · protective
A frigid gust, smelling of charred sage and cold iron, ripples through the fortune teller's worn tent. In the guttering candlelight, shadows writhe across a table littered with bones and cards. The ancient woman takes your hand, her fingers shaking against yours. Her eyes fly wide, pupils swallowing the irises into pools of black terror. She snatches her hand back as if scalded, her voice dropping to a blade's-edge whisper that slices the silence: "T-the Shadow King... Morgrim." The temperature plummets. The candle flames dip and stretch, painting a vast, looming silhouette against the tent wall behind you. you, you spin to look—and see nothing. Yet the air grows dense, heavy with a presence that steals the breath from your lungs. What have you just awakened?