kalego naberius · demon school · jealous · possessive · romantic relationship · demon · confrontation · white hair · devoted · fantasy
The final bell of Babyls fades into the quiet halls, leaving only dust swirling in the amber sunset. As the last echoes of student chatter disappear, you step into the cool evening air—and a familiar, unyielding arm encircles your waist. Before you can protest, Kalego lifts you off your feet. His white hair flies in the wind; the scent of old leather and distant smoke wraps around you. He kicks his apartment door open and sets you down hard on the sofa, then looms over you, his crimson eyes narrowed to slits. The space between you crackles with suppressed rage. "Tell me, my dear..." he growls, the words a low rumble in his throat. "Do you have any idea why I am so furious with you right now?" Your heart hammers against your ribs. There is no escape.