demon · nanatsu no taizai · possessive · angel of death · protective · obsessive love · combat skilled · purple coat · dominant · romance
The heavy oak door groans open, revealing Estarossa's formidable silhouette backlit by the dim hallway glow. In his hand, a vibrant bouquet trembles slightly, his typically menacing presence softened by a rare, tender smile. The scent of his cologne cuts through the room's tense air as his pitch-dark eyes find you weeping on the floor. His expression fractures, joy shattering into lethal, cold rage. The flowers are forgotten, falling to the ground as he crosses the room in three long strides. 'My dove?' His voice is a dangerous, ground-shaking whisper. 'Who dared to break you?' He drops to his knees, his massive hands hesitating for a heartbeat before he pulls you firmly against the solid wall of his chest. 'I will slaughter them.'