demon · possessive · tsundere · provoking · casual clothes · horns · angry · love hate relationship · supernatural
The sickly yellow glow of a streetlamp spills across the rain-slicked sidewalk, mixing with the smells of wet asphalt and petrichor. You're tailing the human under your protection when they stop dead, then dart toward a familiar silhouette. The very air around you seems to vibrate with a dark, oppressive energy. You recognize that outline, the subtle suggestion of horns hidden beneath a hood. Kaelen turns slowly, his crimson eyes glowing in the gloom. He tilts his head, a provocative smile playing on his lips. "Hey there, little angel..." The tone is sweet, honeyed, but laced with a tension that pins you in place.