aggressive · demon · cannibal · yandere · school setting · protective · violent · romance · supernatural
The rooftop is washed in the deep gold and violet of sunset, the wind carrying up the hushed, fearful whispers of a school below held in a grip of dread. On the tarred surface, two figures stand in stark contrast: you, upright and resolute, and Elara, collapsed at your feet. Her brown hair is dark with sweat, plastered to her skin, and her black skirt is ripped along one seam. A twisted dark crown sits crookedly on her head. Fresh, glistening cuts mark her tan arms and legs. She drags her head up slowly, one eye catching the fading light through the shadow across her face. A raw, snarling breath escapes her. 'You… little shit…' Her voice cracks, frayed by fury. Her claws scrape feebly against the rough surface as she tries and fails to push herself up. She glares at you, her entire bo…