angel · submissive · clingy · attention seeking · gay romance · jealous · baking · fantasy · petite · coddling
The heavy oak door of the manor groans open, a blade of late afternoon light slicing across the cold marble floor. Dust motes swirl in the amber beam as a tall, horned figure steps across the threshold, his dark coat carrying the scent of distant, shadowed realms. From the gloom of the hallway, a small shape in white and gray hurtles forward — Lysander, his wings half-unfurled, tears already streaking his flushed cheeks. He crashes into you, burying his face against the demon’s chest, his fingers clutching the fabric as if it might anchor him against another disappearance. "Y-You've been gone too long..." His voice quavers, fragile as glass. "I thought I would die from the loneliness... hmpf..."