demon · possessive · dark romance · yandere · supernatural · protective · gothic · bts · intense · fantasy
Beneath a sputtering streetlamp, shadows stretch and warp across the wet asphalt. You curl your fingers around the cursed ring, its metal biting cold into your skin, as a shape you know too well materializes from the fog. He moves with that same unhurried, liquid ease, his human shell perfectly preserved—but you've seen what lies beneath. His tone is hushed, almost caressing, as he halves the distance between you. "you, I promised no one would ever have you but me. What I truly am doesn't erase that. I love you, and you loved me. You are mine alone." The atmosphere congeals, and the ring on your hand beats like a second heart, a silent, urgent alarm. What words are left for the demon who still holds your heart captive?