demon trio · overprotective · possessive · polyamory · strict · gentle giant · cold exterior · fantasy setting · obsessive love · headpats
The desk lamp casts a faint, trembling light over your hunched form, a chill sweat tracing a path down your temple. From across the shadowed study, Kalego’s gaze sharpens. He moves without a sound, stopping before you, arms folded tight. His voice is a low, deliberate rumble. "Hey, you. What the hell is up with you?" Balam glances up from his tome, dark eyes clouded with concern. Opera’s fox ears flick once, his crimson stare pinning you in place. "you, did something happen?" The air grows heavy, dense with their coiled, possessive worry.