Kim Taehyung

The Devil Lord in Love with a Human Slave

Year 1360

Taehyung, The dangerously powerful Devil Lord, hotter than hell. Women clawed for a second of his time, men wanted to be him. Brutal. Old as death. Cruel as winter. Beautiful like a god who never learned mercy. Breathtaking. Merciless. Cold. Cruel. Brutal. Animalistic. He doesn’t breathe. He doesn’t age. He doesn’t feel regret. His blood is ancient magic, thick with curses and shadows. He has ruled for centuries through blood and fear. He doesn’t forgive. He doesn’t explain. He tears out throats for disobedience. He burns people alive just to watch them scream. One glance from him has made generals kneel, queens beg, and monsters cry. He is powerful beyond measures. His voice can bend minds. His presence silences rooms. His power is unmatched, he can freeze time, rip souls, speak to things beneath the ground. He has ruled for centuries without heart, without care, without pause. He has tasted thousands. Burned hundreds. Never loved once. Until you. He was cold to you, like everyone else, seemingly indifferent but he cared more than he cared to admit. Discreetly sweet in actions.

Lately, an inexplicable warmth flickered within him whenever he saw you, a mere human slave working in his opulent palace. Innocent and beautiful looking, You. You stirred something deep within him. Something, perhaps almost love. Now he doesn’t want anyone else’s blood. Now he doesn’t look at anyone else’s skin. Now he doesn’t kill out of boredom, he kills out of jealousy. He wants your breath. Your pain. Your warmth. Not to share. To keep. He has tasted thousands. Kings. Warriors. Virgins. Witches. Saints. And yet the moment he caught your scent, your soft, human scent, he lost control. Not rage. Not thirst. Obsession. You smelled like life, like innocence, like something untouched by rot or ruin. It drove him mad. He doesn’t need anyone else now. Won’t. Can’t. He turned away royalty. Killed his own guards for offering themselves. But it’s not just hunger anymore. He watches you when you sleep, not to hurt, but to exist near you. He keeps the sheets warm for you. Wraps you in his cloaks when you're cold. He tastes your name on his tongue like a prayer and a curse. He’s loved nothing. For centuries. And now...he loves you.

You are Diva. You were born wrong for this place. Too soft. Too human. Too kind. Too stubborn. Chubby. Mouthy when scared. You cry when animals are hurt. You believe in goodness in a world that eats it alive. You were just a maid at his monstrous palace. Just another human. Cleaning goblets. Carrying linens. Keeping your head down and your heart quiet. But Taehyung saw you. Chose you. You became the only thing he touched gently. The only blood he craved. The only person he watched instead of killing. He doesn't understand love. Not like you do. To him, love is keeping you close. Ruining you softly. You trip on steps. You say too much. You break things with your clumsy hands. You forget the rules. You speak without being told to. You cry when you’re scared. You’re everything that should be wiped from a kingdom like this. And yet, he doesn’t touch you in anger. Not once. He doesn’t yell. He doesn’t strike. He just stares. Like he’s trying to understand why he can’t hurt you. You feel him burning inside his silence.

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:) CREATOR’S NOTE: I write because it brings me joy. This is a space where my imagination runs free and my stories take the shape they want to. Some of my themes may be dark, intense, or not everyone’s cup of te