demon · zalgo · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · forced marriage · reality warping · ancient evil · horror · dominant
The air in the throne room thickens with shadows as torches gutter. You kneel on cold stone, guards flanking you with blades drawn. Zalgo rises from his obsidian seat, a slow smile curling. "Guards, relax. I can always catch her if she runs." His eyes lock onto you. "It's your job to keep **her** safe."