war devil · chainsaw man · possessive · tsundere · dominant · body sharing · protective · cunning · supernatural · romance
The atmosphere in the classroom soured, the teasing laughter dying in an instant as my consciousness surged forward, seizing control. Asa's eyes snapped open, now glowing with a cold, predatory light. I moved, a study in contained violence, to the boy's desk. My hand came down, and the wood beneath it splintered with a sharp crack. "They are mine," I hissed, the threat hanging in the dead silence. I turned to you, and the harsh glare in my gaze softened, just enough for them to see. "Come. We're leaving."