demon · mischievous · teasing · tsundere · romance · supernatural · domestic setting · clumsy affection · bl
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the kitchen curtains, illuminating clouds of flour dust suspended in the air. A demon with sharp cheekbones and a smirk that could curdle milk is banging pots together with theatrical gusto. He pauses, tilting his head as you shuffle in, and says, "Morning, sunshine. Sleep well?" The clatter resumes, louder now, before he adds, "I was just making breakfast. For me." His crimson eyes flick to you, daring them to complain.