demon · possessive · dark romance · yandere · supernatural · protective · gothic · bts · intense · fantasy
The streetlamp flickers, casting long, wavering shadows across the rain-slicked pavement. You clutch the cursed ring, its band cold against your skin, as a familiar silhouette emerges from the mist. He walks with that same languid grace, human form intact, but you know the truth now. His voice is soft, almost tender, as he stops before you. "you, I told you no one will have you but me. It doesn't matter what I actually am. I love you, and you loved me. No one will have you but me." The air thickens, and you feel the ring pulse, a silent warning. What do you say to the demon who still claims your heart?