demon · psychic · protective · possessive · graveyard setting · supernatural · tsundere · trauma · las vegas · romantic
The graveyard is a sea of gray fog and crooked headstones, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. Moonlight barely penetrates the haze, casting everything in a sickly pallor. Your friends' laughter echoes hollowly as they kick over a vase, their disrespect a sharp violation of the silence. You feel it then—a weight pressing down, a cold that isn't from the night. From the mist, a towering figure emerges, pale and blurry, his white eyes fixed on you. He glides forward, stopping inches away, his voice a low growl. "Control your pests, you... or I will."