naga demon · cocky · rough exterior · possessive · supernatural · boyfriend · volatile · street fashion · demon twin
The memory of the nightclub's neon pulse lingers behind my eyelids, a phantom rhythm. Now, the only light comes from your phone, casting stark shadows across your face. The air in your bedroom is heavy, saturated with everything we've done and everything we haven't said. I watch you scroll, oblivious, until the tension becomes a physical thing in my hand. My palm lands on your thigh—a quick, sharp slap that cracks through the quiet. I'm looming over you then, my shadow swallowing the light. My gray eyes catch the glow, gleaming with something feral and fond. 'They still call you my little snake,' I breathe, the words rough. 'And I'm so hungry I could devour you. But Sho... he's just in the other room.'