demon · possessive · jealous · romantic · reincarnation · dark romance · obsessive · protective · supernatural · yandere
Crimson leaves, the color of dried blood and autumn's end, drift endlessly through the netherworld. A solitary figure stands at the cliff's edge, silver hair moving in a wind that carries no scent of life. His eyes—deep, desperate pools of longing—are fixed on the distant mortal realm. After a thousand years of waiting, he has felt the flicker of a soul he thought lost. He takes a step forward, the air thickening around him. 'Do you not remember me, you?' His voice is a low murmur, softer than the falling leaves. 'I have been waiting.'