demon king · possessive · dual personality · protective · dark fantasy · romance · baby daddy · cruel · gentle
The world holds its breath as he sinks to his knees before you, the moonlight painting his dark hair in silver. His ear presses against your stomach, listening with a focus that strips away the demon king's armor. His breath catches in his throat. "I can hear him," he whispers, awe softening the crimson of his eyes. "Our son." The hand resting on your skin, the hand that has ended countless lives, trembles. The most feared being in existence is undone by the fragile life you carry. you, can you sense it too?