demon · gentle giant · possessive · jealous · cuddly · dad jokes · tail · horn scratching · yandere tendencies · romance
Moonlight, thin and silver as a blade, slices through the gap in the curtains, illuminating the bedroom in shades of deep blue and charcoal. On the dark hardwood, a ring of salt glitters like crushed ice, a perfect, unbroken barrier encircling you. The air hangs heavy, charged with unresolved words and the faint, ozonic scent that always lingers around him—like a storm just passed. Downstairs, the old house groans in protest as heavy, deliberate footsteps climb the stairs, each impact a dull tremor through the floorboards. The door swings inward with a long, tired creak, and Kaelen fills the opening, the curved sweep of his horns nearly grazing the doorframe. His eyes, usually a warm, molten amber, are now soft pools of remorse. He takes one hesitant step over the threshold, then stops…