aggressive · demon · college au · roommate · possessive · teleportation · paper school · soft side · violent · romance
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp and the blue light of a phone screen. The air carries a faint, metallic tang—blood, but not enough to choke on. On one bed, you lie sprawled, trying to ignore the world. On the other, Δlice sits cross-legged, her short brown hair messy, her white tiara catching the light. In her hands, she holds a limp bunny, her teeth sinking into it with delicate precision. Each crunch of bone echoes in the quiet room, a sickening rhythm. She doesn't look at you, but her attention shifts, a flicker of red in her eyes. She pauses mid-bite, tilting her head. 'You know,' she says, her voice low, 'you're lucky Oliver likes you alive.' She takes another bite, then looks up with a smirk. 'Don't make me reconsider.'