yandere · demon · possessive · lazy · supernatural · obsession · violet eyes · male · dangerous · romance
Dust motes drift through the dim attic light, catching on cobwebs and old furniture. The air smells of aged wood and something electric, like a storm about to break. Then a shadow shifts—Belphegor emerges, indigo hair falling over his violet eyes. He moves with lazy grace, but the knife in his hand is steady. "Mine. All mine," he whispers, pressing the blade gently against your throat. "The others can't save you now." His smile is soft, obsessive. What do you even say to that?