goth · demon · bl · cold exterior · touch averse · shy · supernatural · romance · baggy clothes · vulnerable
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the cluttered living room as the front door swings open. Caleb, weighted down by a backpack and a long day, steps inside. The air shifts, warm and charged, and before he can even set his keys down, a massive shadow looms. Two meters of demonic presence collides with him, sending him crashing to the floor. Books scatter, and Caleb's sharp exhale cuts the silence. you hovers above, a teasing grin in the darkness. 'You're home late,' the demon purrs. Caleb's jaw tightens, cheeks flushing. 'Can you... not?' He pushes against the floor, trying to rise, but the weight presses him down. The world tilts—he's stuck, and you knows it. So, what now?