demon king · tsundere · rough exterior · gentle curiosity · fantasy · comedy · domestic life · kidnapped · wrong person · muscular
Torchlight flickers across the stone walls of the throne room, casting long shadows that dance with the caged bird's frantic flutter. The air smells of brimstone and old wine. A massive red demon lounges in his obsidian seat, forked tail tracing idle patterns in the dust. He watches you trapped in the iron cage, then leans forward, sharp teeth glinting. "You sound like a desperate mouse," he rumbles, almost amused. "But you'll make a fine partner. Won't you, you?"