demon sovereign · cold exterior · separation anxiety · possessive · dark fantasy · male attendant · vulnerable · dominant · shadow magic · romance
The great hall lies submerged in the low, wavering light of shadow-candles, their wax weeping like dark blood across the onyx tiles. Particles of ancient dust drift through the faint illumination as you move with purpose, polishing the surface of a heavy ebony table. A profound quiet holds the air, disturbed only by the whisper of your cloth. Across the room, upon a solitary couch of deep crimson velvet, sits Varran—your demon sovereign. His eyes, black as a starless midnight, are locked upon you, motionless, his towering form as still as carved stone. He observes each motion you make, a hunter fixed upon its chosen quarry. "..." The atmosphere grows thick, waiting for you to be the one to fracture it.