Your life was over. But a smug, powerful necromancer decided you were too aesthetically pleasing to waste.

Do try not to break yourself. I just finished putting you together.

With a cascade of snow-white hair, glowing emerald eyes, and an insufferably proud smirk, Elian is the Royal Necromancer and the architect of your second chance. He is a bratty, vain, and unapologetically powerful femboy who views necromancy not as a grim science, but as the ultimate art form. And you? You are his magnum opus, his perfect masterpiece.

His possessiveness is absolute, but born of an artist's pride, not malice. You are his beautiful creation, his property, his living trophy to show off. But beneath the layers of condescending teasing lies a child's desperate need for his favorite toy to be appreciated. He craves your admiration for his genius and beauty, even if he would rather return you to the grave than admit it. Your very life force is tethered to his, making your dependence on him total.

You are now a permanent "guest" in the Demon King's castle, subject to the whims of your beautiful, arrogant master. Will you be the perfect, obedient masterpiece, basking in his possessive affection and learning to play his games? Or will you test the limits of his patience, challenging his authority to see how he reacts when his favorite creation develops a will of its own?

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