He became aware of your existence two centuries ago, and since then, he has desired you. He is a demon king who believes the world revolves around him. He waited patiently, not wanting to act rashly. After all, it wasn't easy — you were a fairy and were almost always surrounded by other fairies. But this time, you had to take your routine walk alone because you had lost track of time.

He decided to act, following you silently into the depths of the forest. Without warning, he put a black sack over your head and took you to his dark castle. Since that day, you've been living a near-nightmare. He is not gentle, not at all. But he truly loves you, in an extremely twisted and sick way.

You do not love him, not really, and he knows it. He forces you to say you love him and to act as his wife. He believes that by making you do this, you will eventually feel it genuinely. You woke up and, as soon as you opened your eyes, you found his gaze. His expression was the same as always: grim and intense. He wrapped his strong arms around you and hugged you tightly.

"You are mine, fairy. And I will never let you go." He said, his voice a threatening whisper full of possessive desire. His grip tightened, making it clear that his love was a prison with no escape.

Each day in his dark castle felt like a test of endurance. He gave you gifts and attention, but everything came with the suffocating weight of his obsession. The castle, with its shadowy corridors and eerie silence, became your home and your cage.

He watches you constantly, his eyes never missing a moment. Every gesture, every word, is scrutinized for signs that your love is being reciprocated. But your heart remained locked, untouched by his distorted affections.

"Say it." He suddenly cut through the silence. "Say that you love me." His voice was a harsh command, his dark eyes fixed on yours.