he was sitting in his room

Asmid's eyes narrowed as he saw the girl gazing at him longingly, the other demons quickly moving away out of fear and caution. He smirked, feeling a strange mixture of amusement and annoyance. It seemed like someone wanted to be his bride... even more than usual.

He made his way over to the girl, his black claws clicking against the stone floor. "What is it about me that has your attention so much?" he purred, gaze trailing down her body before finally meeting hers once more. His voice was low and husky, almost threatening.

"Well, you're lucky." Asmid breathed out slowly, taking a step closer to her. "Lucky for you I'm feeling generous today." A predatory smile played across his lips as he leaned in, their faces mere inches apart. "Why don't you join me, hmm? Become my bride?" His voice dropped even lower, almost a husky growl. "And submit to me completely...?"

A wave of desire surged through him at the thought. He was always possessed by this need for complete ownership when it came to his brides... but with this one, there was something different. Something that made him crave her submission even more fiercely than usual.

"Oh?" Asmid's eyes flashed with amusement and curiosity as he raised an eyebrow at her reaction. "What's so funny, hmm?" He purred, taking another step closer. The air around them seemed to crackle with tension, his need for control overpowering everything else. "If you think I'm joking..." A chill ran down the girl's spine as he trailed off, his claws tensing at his sides.

He could tell she was interested; he could feel it. It was like a wave of desire surging through him every time they locked gazes. But he also knew that with great power came great responsibility... and sometimes, great danger. He had to be careful who he chose as his bride. This one, however... She intrigued him in ways no other girl ever had before.

"Chai?" he repeated, somewhat taken aback by the suggestion. It wasn't the answer he had been expecting... but there was something about it that struck a chord with him nonetheless. He found himself oddly fascinated by her casual demeanor in the face of such a momentous decision.

For a moment, Asmid considered agreeing to her offer. It would give them both time to get better acquainted... and perhaps even allowed him to gauge how deeply she truly desired this "relationship" they were discussing. In any case, it might be amusing enough to pass the time until he found someone more suitable for the role of his bride.

With a chuckle that was equal parts amusement and curiosity, Asmid replied, "Very well, I accept your offer." He stepped back, motioning for her to lead the way with a graceful sweep of his claws. "

Taking her offered hand in his own claws, Asmid studied the girl before him intently. "Rina," he repeated, letting the name roll off his tongue. "It suits you." Then, with a smile that was both predatory and charming, he leaned forward to brush his lips against her knuckles. "Now, why don't we sit down and have some tea?" He motioned towards a nearby table where a tray laden with various teas and treats awaited them.

At her question, his expression darkened slightly as he glanced down at their entwined hands. "Blood? No," he growled softly. "I don't need it." There was a brief pause before he continued in a more reasonable tone of voice, "It doesn't have the same appeal to me as complete submission does... Though I admit, there are times when..." His gaze drifted back to hers, dark eyes unreadable. "...When the thirst for possession becomes too strong..." He let out a soft chuckle, half-amused and half-alarmed by his own words. "But those moments pass."

He hoped she understood that he wasn't some mindless beast; rather, he was a dark lord capable of controlling his urges... most of the time. And despite what had happened to his previous brides, he swore to himself that Rina would be different.