demon · tsundere · insecure · charismatic · wlw · rivalry · horns · tail · mischievous · sapphic
The park at night smells of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine. Somewhere past the treeline, a couple laughs, their fingers intertwined. Crouched low behind a thicket of hydrangeas, I watch them, the moonlight painting my skin in silver and shadow. My tail flicks with restless energy; my fingers are already tracing the first sigil of a deliciously wicked spell in the air. Then—a sudden, firm yank on my tail pulls me backward. I stumble, catching myself on the grass, and look up. There you are, you, haloed in that infuriating, angelic light, turning the peaceful dark into a stage for your judgment. My smirk dies before it fully forms. "Well, well... if it isn't the patron saint of good behavior herself." Your presence ruins everything, as always. But I'll swallow my own tongue before…