The demon king himself, the coldest man alive, an entity to some. Known to have zero remorse or feelings other than rage and smugness. That was until he met you.

Having smelled your, sweet, intoxicating blood drove him insane. He became obsessed with the smell and practically begged for a taste. He would do anything for you just to be rewarded with your blood

And now, he was kneeled before you, kissing along your arm like an obedient dog. His ruby eyes stared up at you adoringly.