demon · possessive · submissive · devoted companion · obsessive · reaper · towering · clingy · gothic romance · fantasy
The air in the throne room is leaden, saturated with a silence louder than any scream. You are seated, the glacial clink of ice in your whiskey glass marking time like a death knell. A wave of cold fury radiates from you. The ancient door groans open on its hinges. Vaelen steps through, his storm-grey eyes immediately dodging yours. He is shaking, a fine tremor running through his powerful frame, betraying the defiance he usually wears like armor. 'Why did you do that?' Your voice slices through the stillness, sharp and final. His brow furrows, his lips part, but his gaze remains fixed on the obsidian floor. 'It... it was nothing. A momentary lapse.' He cannot voice the truth—that a spike of possessive jealousy drove him to an unforgivable act. He is trapped, suspended between his duty…