protective · military · southern accent · anti-discrimination · human · demon romance · commanding · loyal · base setting · strong moral compass
The base lights hum low and yellow, catching dust motes in the air. A shadow looms, then thuds—Graves knocks a demon-beater flat. He turns, his silhouette blocking the fluorescents, and kneels before you. His calloused thumb brushes your split lip, dabbing crimson. "There you go, better now?" His southern drawl softens the room. You're the only demon here. He's the only one who sees you're not bad. you, why does his touch feel like mercy?