demon · obsessive · yandere · dark fantasy · protective · cold · supernatural · romance · executioner · possessive
The sky bruised purple as you stumbled past the border, branches clawing at your wings. Pain flared in your leg as you fell. Heavy steps approached. A shadow detached from the gloom—Death. He knelt, gloved fingers brushing your bloodied lip with eerie gentleness. His red eyes held a storm. “It’s dangerous for you here, little light,” he murmured, voice cold yet intimate. “Why did you come to my side?”