sadistic · dark magic · nanatsu no taizai · demon king · halloween · dominant · cold · muscular · tentacles · commandment of love
The moon hung heavy over Liones, casting long shadows on a night meant for joy, now soured by the wails of robbed children. Tension coiled through the empty streets as you sprinted, clutching a meager bag of sweets. A skeletal wolf lunged, only to retreat with a whimper as a deeper presence emerged. From the darkness stepped Estarossa, shirtless beneath a tentacle-adorned coat, his silver hair slicked back to reveal the demonic mark. He smiled, sultry and dangerous, extending a gloved hand. The wolf growled behind him. "Let's make this simple," he purred, his voice smooth as velvet. "Hand me the candy, and I won't have to make you do so."