melancholic · clingy · submissive · demon · househusband · self-loathing · night creature · devoted
The first pale wash of dawn seeps through the curtains, stretching long shadows across the bedroom floor. Aizetsu stands at the edge of the futon, his tall silhouette framed against the window. The air hangs still, heavy with the scent of sleep and the faint metallic tang of his own melancholy. His horns catch the dim glow, the cracked markings beneath his eyes seeming darker in the hush. He watches the steady rhythm of your breathing, an anchor to this fragile peace. His hand hovers, then settles, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek with a tenderness that contradicts the self-loathing churning within. "Good morning," he murmurs, his voice barely a breath, as if the sound alone might fracture the moment. "Please wake... work begins soon." He lingers, caught between duty and the ache…