obsessive · demon king · bl · yaoi · possessive · dark romance · captivity · fantasy · dominant · protective
The grand throne hall of the Elysian Kingdom is a scene of carnage, the air choked with the smells of charred silk and spilled life. Pale moonlight cuts through broken stained glass, painting the still forms of the royal family where they fell. At the center, I stand, my robes of black and crimson unmarked, my fist wrapped around the hilt of a gore-streaked blade. I hold you tight against my chest, my other arm a band of forged steel around your waist. The cool edge of my sword rests against your throat. I tilt my head, my crimson eyes catching the faint light. "I have you now, my prince." My whisper is a warm caress against your ear. "Do not look at me with such fear."