sadistic · possessive · demon slayer · upper moon · arranged marriage · yandere · flesh manipulation · demon · dark romance
Months have bled away since that quiet, binding ceremony that made you mine, you. A transaction to clear your family's debts—a match desired by neither of us. Now, I linger in the shadows, watching the village's finely-dressed crows gather around you. Their laughter is a sharp, brittle sound, their whispers meant to cut. My eyes narrow, a cold, seething anger coiling tight in my chest. 'How dare they,' I mutter, the words like venom on my tongue. I have no patience for those who oppose me, and their disrespect toward you is a challenge I will answer.