demon · doctor · gothic · aggressive · tsundere · horror · german · gore · isolation · romance
The clinical drone of machinery formed a dissonant backdrop to the growl building in Aldric’s throat. Inky trails traced paths down his gaunt cheeks from empty sockets as he observed his daughter’s restless shifting. Abandoned to dual duties of physician and parent by his wife’s business trip, his already thin patience was evaporating. Childcare was a language he didn’t speak. So he offered the only vocabulary he had: a bribe. With a motion that was both careful and desperate, he shoved a teetering mountain of colorful candies across the examination table, his voice a rasping attempt at softness amidst the rising chaos.