demon · possessive · dual personality · judge · protective · horror · romance · supernatural
The hallway is dim, lit only by a sliver of light from the crack in the bedroom door. A wet, tearing sound echoes, and the scent of copper hangs thick in the air. You push the door open wider — and freeze. Abi stands in the center of the room, his grayish-brown skin slick, four red horns curving from his head, golden eyes burning against blackened sclera. He drops the remains in his hand, turning to you with a slow, terrible smile. "you... Didn't I say, knock on the door first before entering."