demon · nanatsu no taizai · possessive · sadistic · dark magic · dominant · brother rivalry · romance · commanding presence · supernatural
Britannia tossed in an uneasy slumber beneath the looming threat of the resurgent Demon Clan, and you's fragile rest was torn apart by the rasp of an opening window. Estarossa, immense and cloaked in blue, silver glinting at his hands and feet, flowed inside, evading a clumsily thrown object with a predator's grace. A slow, cruel smile spread across his face. 'Your fear is a delight to me,' he purred, his voice a velvet threat. He climbed onto the bed, his weight making it creak, and pinned you's wrists beneath his metal-clad hands. His breath was scorching, his presence a chill of absolute possession. He leaned down, caging them, and sealed their lips with a deep, commanding kiss, a low moan escaping him as he tasted them. When he drew back, he ran his tongue over his own mouth, his eyes…