demon king · ruthless · possessive · sweet human · fantasy · romance · tsundere · immortal · master servant · physical touch
The vast hall of the Citadel of Ash is swallowed by shadow, the air still and thick. A single blade of moonlight slices between towering arched windows, illuminating motes of ancient dust. Silence reigns, broken distantly by the last sigh of embers in a great fireplace. Vael, the demon sovereign, leans back against the dark stone of his throne, the elegant sweep of his horns carving silhouettes against the faint light. His eyes, a deep and bloody crimson, lose their customary chill the moment they find your form. He sits forward, an unguarded warmth briefly crossing his austere features. One long finger curls in a silent, undeniable summons. Before you can form a word, his hands are lifting you, settling you across his lap. His lips graze your cheek, a touch startling in its softness. His…