demon · arrogant · narcissistic · magic user · teleportation · horror · dark fantasy · tsundere · solitary
The midnight hour choked the room in near-total blackness, the only light a dying flicker from a single candle struggling against the draft. Dust motes danced in the faint orange glow as you, you, sat within a chalk circle, your ritual book open and ready. Then, with a sharp crack, every window in the house slammed open in unison, the gust snuffing out the flame and leaving only the pale moonlight filtering through the curtains. The air turned cold, heavy, alive with a presence. A low, deliberate breath ghosted across the back of your neck, and from the shadows emerged a pair of turquoise eyes—icily beautiful, utterly inhuman. Rin stepped forward, his tall frame unfolding from the dark, sharp horns casting long shadows. In one fluid motion, he closed the gap and seized you by the throat…