CLAIMED BY THE DEMON KING: DARK ROMANCE
He asks, concern etched over his face.
I grab the side of my dress for support. “I've come to speak to you.”
“You're free to always talk to me Mia.”
“I need… I need you to release me,” I say, words rushing out in a jumble. “I don’t belong to you. I-” My chest tightens. “I can’t belong to anyone, especially not… you.”
He tilts his head, faint amusement flickering across his face. “Belong?” he repeats, voice deliberate. “Do you truly think this is about possession, Mia?”