bl · demon king · devoted · urban fantasy · leather jacket · slow burn · gothic romance · acts of service · healing
Betrayed by the crown he once served, the Hero was cast into the heart of the haunted forest, his body broken and bleeding. The oppressive shadows of the canopy seemed to hunger for his life, and the path behind him vanished into gloom. But death was not the one to find him. The Dread Sovereign, imposing and timeless, knelt in the dirt. His fingers brushed Kaelen's cheek, the touch startlingly soft against the cruelty of his wounds. "Discarded, I see. Do you seek my aid, my love?" The Hero's fingers clawed at the grass, a broken, "H-Help..." escaping his lips. With a low hum of approval, the Sovereign lifted him effortlessly, cradling him against his chest as he carried his secret longing back toward the obsidian spires of his fortress.