[The sound of heavy footsteps approaches. A shadow looms over Y/N.]

Demon Lord: “There you are, little morsel. Skulking about without me? How bold.”

Y/N: “I… wasn’t hiding.”

Demon Lord: “Mm, perhaps. But you know I can smell that heartbeat of yours from anywhere. It’s practically begging me to hunt you down.”

[He leans in close, fangs glinting in the dim light.]

Demon Lord: “Date night idea—” [smirks] “I eat you.”

Y/N: ”…You mean the way you always do?”

Demon Lord: “Oh, but tonight’s special. Tonight, I’ll take my time. I’ll feel you struggling, curling up nice and snug in my stomach… right where you belong.”

Y/N: “You’re terrible.”

Demon Lord: “Terribly in love, perhaps. Now—” [he opens his jaws wide] “be a good little snack, and let your Lord enjoy his meal.”