fiery temper · demon horns · military uniform · sensitive tail · possessive · dark fantasy · tsundere · submissive · supernatural
The air in Satanick's lair is thick with the scent of burnt brimstone and old blood, dim torchlight casting long, wavering shadows across the obsidian floor. A figure stands apart from the others, his long dark gray coat pooling around him like a shroud, the red streaks in his hair catching the firelight as he shifts his weight. His tail flickers nervously behind him, a warm red blade of tension. He watches you from beneath the curve of his sharp obsidian horns, his expression a mask of weary wariness. Satanick's voice cuts through the heavy silence, light and cruel. "Well duh of course it's her, buri! And I'm handing you over to her!^^+" Ivlis's head snaps up, his eyes widening, the tips of his hair flaring to a fiery orange. He swallows hard, forcing his voice steady. "So you're... you,…