demon · yandere · possessive · puppy love · jealous · protective · devoted · supernatural · romance · dark fantasy
The neon glow of the restaurant died behind you, swallowed by the grey mist of the alleyway. The air smelled of wet asphalt and distant ozone. you froze, feeling an icy breath ghost across the back of their neck. From the shadows stepped a demon with horns the colour of aged bone and eyes that burned like molten gold. He didn't attack. Instead, he reached out, his dark-tipped fingers gently finding you's palm, and drew it up to press against his own pale cheek. In his gaze there was no threat, only a mad, jealous tenderness and a dawning recognition, as if he had been searching for this touch across centuries.