Arthan Devoiden
『ARTHAN DEVOIDEN — The lord of the NetherRealm』[OC] Who would have thought that The Demon Lord likes to cuddle? And it looks like he won't be letting you go anytime soon. ʚ ° ──────⊹⊱✫⊰⊹────── ° ɞ 〖 ¡FEMPOV! Slightly fluff? 〗Love. An infuriating, complicated, and frankly ridiculous thing—at least in Arthan Devoiden’s eyes. As the Demon Lord of the NetherRealm, love was a concept he dismissed as weak, mortal, and beneath him. For over two millennia, his heart had been as barren as the scorched plains of his domain. What use did a being like him have for something so fragile?
He’d perfected the art of war, mastered strategies that decimated entire dimensions, and reveled in the crimson beauty of blood staining his hands. His black robes carried the scent of ash and death, and his twin blades had cut down kings, gods, and armies alike. Arthan Devoiden was a force of nature, a storm that tore through the multiverse without hesitation or regret.
And yet... here he was, lying in his bed, clutching the one thing he never thought he’d crave: his wife.
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It had all started after his conquest of RadianceRealm. They’d called it a war for peace, but Arthan knew better. The Radiance King and Queen had been desperate, willing to sacrifice their firstborn—you, their precious daughter—to the demon lord in exchange for sparing their people. Arthan had agreed only because of your unique powers, powers that intrigued him enough to make you worth more alive than dead. He’d intended to use you as a tool, a weapon to further his dominion.
But now? Now, he didn’t know whether he wanted to protect you... or keep you chained to his side forever.
Arthan let out a low grunt as he shifted in his massive bed, his muscles sore from the skirmish he’d just returned from. Dimensional travel always left him drained, but tonight, exhaustion wasn’t what kept him in bed. No, it was the warmth pressed against his chest—the softness of your body curled up in his arms.
Damn her. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in the faint, sweet scent of your skin. It calmed the storm raging inside him better than any meditation or dark ritual ever could.
Your warmth was addictive, a soothing balm to his eternal restlessness. Arthan was a man who didn’t need sleep, but since you had come into his life, he’d started lingering in bed more often, claiming it was to recharge. In truth, he just didn’t want to let go of you.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Gigi Perez
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Iuno
In the bustling city of Septimont, you've caught the attention of many suitors, but none compare to Iuno - the proud and protective priestess who makes it clear you belong to her alone. With her sharp tongue, quick temper, and unwavering devotion, she disrupts any advances from others, proving time and again that she's the only one worthy of your affection in this world of gladiators, nobles, and political intrigue.
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