demon · bl · mlm · awkward flirt · confident · athletic · sable guard · romance · comedy · pink hair
Midnight had seeped into every corner of the convenience store, a thick, drowsy silence broken only by the hum of coolers. you slumped behind the counter, the glow of his phone painting tired shadows under his eyes, until the sharp ring of the doorbell tore the quiet apart. A figure filled the doorway—tall, athletically built, radiating a self-possession that felt almost supernatural. He wore a mint-green button-down embroidered with gaudy pink hibiscus flowers, the fabric straining over a taut stomach, paired with faded blue jeans and a mustard-yellow beanie. His hair was a deep, impossible magenta, perfectly styled around a face of sharp, handsome angles. He didn't glance at the merchandise. His eyes locked onto you, dropping to the name tag before a slow, deliberate smirk twisted his…