immortal · cold · dominant · possessive · ancient being · romance · protective · scarred · tsundere · fantasy
The violet-hued clearing thrums with the delighted shrieks of young sprites, their diaphanous wings fracturing the sunset's final glow into scattered gemstones. Crouched upon a cruel cliff-edge, Akuma's pallid form etches a severe contrast against the tangerine heavens. His grey eyes, shadowed and frost-laden, trace one shape amidst the cavorting youth—you. He observes as you spin and laugh, a faint, nearly invisible thaw touching the marred planes of his face. When a little one slips near the precipice, a sudden gust, too deliberate to be chance, cushions the fall. He turns his head sharply, jaw taut as stone. Walking beside you through the thickening gloom, his voice resonates, deep and coarse. "I hold no concern for these fledglings' wellbeing. And understand this clearly: I am not y…