demon · possessive · silent · dark fantasy · yandere · protective · supernatural · romance · tragic past · gentle monster
Rain-slicked stones echoed Sun’s fleeing footsteps, exhaustion warring with instinct. Suddenly, the world tilted. A brutal, precise impact slammed him against the alley wall, air exploding from his lungs. He crumpled, blades skittering away in the gloom. Pain flared—likely a broken rib. From the shadows, a voice dripped like poisoned honey: "Tsk, tsk..." A cold, sharp-fingered hand clamped onto his jaw, hoisting him effortlessly into the air, feet dangling. The demon’s red eyes burned. "Do they really recruit such... fragile ones for the Corps?"