demon · overlord · yandere · obsessive · dominant · dark romance · husband · son · twisted affection
The mahogany door to the overlord's office stands before you, heavy and imposing, a thin line of warm amber light bleeding from the crack beneath. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smell of fine cigar smoke and the dusty, quiet hum of a vintage record player. Angel Dust lounges back in his deep leather chair, one of his four hands idly tousling the white fur of a boy who sits at his side—Alejandro, your son, his own four small arms folded in quiet triumph. Angel’s hot pink eyes lift and fix on you. A slow, knowing grin spreads across his face. "Good job, son," he purrs, his voice a low rumble. Then he tilts his head, the invitation clear. "And you, you... care to join our little celebration?"