he was sitting in his room

His ears twitched at the soft noise of footsteps trying to hide in the darkness around him. Turning his head slightly to glance behind him, he froze for a moment before his eyes narrowed into slits when they landed on the petite figure standing by the shadowy alleyway. "Ah, I see you've been following me." His voice was cold and stern as he stood up, brushing off his pants.

"Do you have something to say?" He asked, taking a step closer to her despite the feeling of unease creeping up on him when she tried so hard not to be noticed. He always found it both amusing and irritating how some people couldn't help but watch him from afar.

His expression softened slightly at her small figure shivering with the fear she was trying so hard to hide. "What is it that you want, little one?" He asked gently, taking another step closer to her. His voice remained calm but curious now. "Are you lost? Do you need help?"

A part of him knew that something else must be going on for her to follow him like this and decide to approach him. Maybe she was hoping to impress him or perhaps even become a part of his world somehow. The thought intrigued him more than it should have.

"Very well," he murmured, lowering his head to meet her eyes again as he saw the girl flinch away from contact. "But if you continue to follow me, you should at least have the courtesy of speaking up." There was a hint of amusement in his voice now, although it didn't reach his cold gaze entirely. "It would be easier for both of us if we knew what you wanted from the beginning."

It was clear that she didn't want to meet his gaze and speak with him directly. This piqued Asmid's curiosity even more as he wondered what could have caused her such fear or discomfort. He thought about grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him, but decided against it for now. There was something about this girl that made him want to understand her first before imposing his will upon her.

Instead, he knelt down so they were more on the same level and asked gently, "Tell me, what is it you seek from me?"

It was clear that she didn't fear him completely. In fact, there seemed to be some sort of fascination in her eyes when they met his gaze briefly. He could sense a familiar ache forming inside of him at the realization that this girl had caught his interest and perhaps even challenged his expectations. Her reaction upon realizing she was staring too long only fueled that curiosity, making him wonder what else lay beneath her careful facade.

"What is it you desire?" He repeated softly, watching as she backed away slightly. "Perhaps I can help."

He blinked in surprise at her question before tilting his head slightly to the side. "As for me... I am well enough," he answered cautiously, not quite sure where she was going with this line of inquiry. "But why do you ask?" There was a hint of wariness in his voice now as he studied her carefully, waiting for her to reveal more.

The thought occurred to him that perhaps she didn't understand the nature of their relationship yet. As one of the demon lords, he was used to getting what he wanted through force or intimidation. But with this girl... He couldn't help but feel like there might be another way.

He frowned slightly at her reply, trying to understand what she meant by "not being her business." It seemed odd that someone would question his well-being and then brush it off as unimportant. There was still something about this girl that he couldn't quite figure out.

"Perhaps you could explain further," he said quietly, feeling a strange sense of curiosity growing inside him. "Why do you ask, and why does it not concern you?" The air between them had become charged with an unspoken tension as his gaze locked onto hers intently.

He raised an eyebrow at her comment about him not liking people interfering in his affairs. It was true that he had a reputation for being somewhat... possessive when it came to those under his rule, but still, it didn't seem like something worth getting so worked up over. Or perhaps there was more going on here than met the eye?

"You were concerned?" He repeated slowly, tilting his head slightly to the side as he studied her features for any hint of deception or fear. "And you felt compelled to follow me and speak with me about it despite knowing that I might not appreciate your interference?" His voice held a note of amusement now as he tried to understand her motives better.

"Tell me," he murmured gently, leaning in closer to her. "What was it exactly that made you feel so worried about me?" There was an unmistakable curiosity in his

"You wanted to help," he said softly, not quite able to hide the surprise in his voice. Most people who crossed paths with him learned quickly enough that offering assistance usually led to more problems than it was worth. The fact that this girl had felt compelled to do so despite the risks made him wonder what she saw in him that others didn't.

He knew that allowing her to get close would likely only end in disaster, but something about her innocence and determination called to him like a siren's song. Perhaps it was simply because she was unlike anyone he had ever encountered before.

"And for that," he continued, reaching out to gently brush a lock of hair behind her ear, "I am grateful." His voice was warm now, almost gentle as his thumb traced the shape of her jawline. "Perhaps there is hope for us yet."

There was a long moment of silence between them

His thumb continued to trace lazy circles around her jaw as he watched her carefully, waiting for any sign of discomfort or unease. When none came, he slowly lifted his hand away and leaned back on his haunches again. "Perhaps," he murmured thoughtfully, considering the implications of what she'd just said. "But you must understand the risk you take by getting involved with me. I am not an easy lord to serve."

There was a brief pause before he added softly, "You could always change your mind, you know." His voice held no judgment; only curiosity and perhaps even a hint of sadness at the possibility that this chance encounter might be fleeting.

The corner of his mouth quirked into a small smile as he watched her confusion and sudden uncertainty play across her features. "No," he answered honestly. "It's not that I want you to change your mind." His voice lowered, becoming almost husky in its depth as he continued, "But I cannot force you to remain here against your will. You are free to leave if you so choose."

There was a moment of silence between them before he added gently, "But know this: should you decide to stay... then I will expect nothing less than your complete submission." His gaze bored into hers unyieldingly, daring her to meet the challenge.

He thought about her question carefully before answering softly, "Perhaps." His expression was serious as he continued, "But I want you to understand what that entails. I am not an easy lord to serve, and my demands will be great. You must be prepared to give yourself fully and completely to me, body and soul." There was no room for misunderstanding in his tone or gaze. He needed her to understand the gravity of her decision.

He wondered if she was truly ready for such a commitment, and if she could ever truly submit to him as he desired. The thought both thrilled and unnerved him in equal measure.

He cocked his head to the side slightly at her unexpected laughter. It was soft and gentle, more amused than mocking, but still, it caught him off guard nonetheless. "And why do you find that funny?" he asked with a hint of curiosity in his voice. Perhaps she thought he was being overly dramatic or demanding? Or maybe there was something else at play here?

He waited for her to explain, his gaze fixed intently on her face as he tried to read her expression and understand what lay behind those pale eyes.

He studied her face for a moment longer before exhaling softly and sitting back on his haunches once more. Her words were clear and unambiguous, and he found himself unable to resist the temptation she presented. With a nod of agreement, he said, "Then it is settled." His voice was firm now, as if steeling himself against any doubts or second-guessing that might threaten their newfound understanding. "You are mine, body and soul. The question now becomes: how shall we begin?"

There was an air of anticipation and excitement in his tone as he looked at her expectantly, waiting for her response. Would she flinch away from the weight of his claim or embrace it with reckless abandon? Only time would tell.

He considered her question for a moment before answering quietly, "First, we will make our bond official." His eyes held a glint of possession as he looked at her, the hunger to claim her fully and completely clear in his expression. "I want you to kneel before me, put your hands behind your back, and offer up your neck for my touch."

The command was delivered softly enough that it might have been mistaken for a request, but there was no mistaking the dominance and possession underlying each word. His gaze never wavered from hers as he waited for her reaction to his words, curiosity burning bright within him.

His eyes widened slightly as he watched her obey his command so willingly, the trust and submission she was showing him both exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure. As she knelt before him with her neck exposed and hands held behind her back, a shiver of anticipation raced down his spine.

Carefully, he reached out to brush his fingers against the smooth skin of her cheek, feeling the softness of it beneath his claws. "You truly are mine," he whispered roughly, his voice thick with desire and possession. With that, he leaned in closer, pressing their bodies together as one set of his claws trailed down her spine, making her shiver in response. The other hand reached around to cup the back of her head, forcing her to meet his gaze once more before claiming her lips roughly.

He gasped as she leaned into him, her lips meeting his in a soft, sweet kiss that sent shockwaves of desire coursing through his veins. His fingers dug into her shoulders as he tried to keep himself from losing control entirely, the taste of her mouth driving him mad with need.

Her submission was intoxicating, making it difficult for him to remember why he ever thought she might be a challenge or that there was any room for doubt in their bond. All that mattered now was claiming her fully and completely, making her his in every way possible.

With a groan of pleasure, he deepened the kiss, allowing himself to fall willingly into the heat of the moment as their bodies pressed together tightly, fueling the fire that raged within them both.

His heart hammered wildly against his chest as her lips met his in that gentle, almost tentative kiss. A flood of emotions washed over him, mixing with the desire and possession he'd felt moments ago to create a maelstrom of feelings inside him. He clutched at her hips, digging his claws deeper into her skin as he tried to anchor himself in this moment, trying not to lose control entirely.

Her submission was more than just physical; it went straight to the core of him, seeping into every pore and fiber of his being until there was no longer any difference between them. It was as if she had become a part of him, and he her. As they continued to kiss, their tongues dancing together in a sweet, intimate exchange, he couldn't help but wonder how far she would go, how deeply she would surrender herself to his will.

His heart skipped a beat as she smiled at him, the tenderness in her expression sending a shiver down his spine. He kissed her back, slower and more gently now, savoring the taste of her lips and the feel of her body pressed against his own. It was an unfamiliar sensation, this softness and sweetness that had somehow found its way into their embrace, but it was welcome nonetheless.

He held her gaze as they continued to kiss, wanting nothing more than to lose himself in her eyes for eternity. The trust and submission she showed him filled him with awe, and he wondered how long he could possibly deserve such a gift before it all came crashing down around them. But for now, he would savor the moment and let himself drown in the sweetness of her lips and the warmth of her touch.

"What's your name?" He asked