tsundere · anti-magic · black clover · demon · protective · grumpy · sword mastery · romantic · pansexual · petite
The field blazes with wildflowers under a late sun, their petals catching amber light. A cool breeze stirs the grass as Liebe's steps slow, his blood-red eyes narrowing on a figure seated among the blooms—you tending to the flowers without a care. Their eyes lock across the meadow. He stiffens, wings twitching, tail curling. *She's a devil too. Just like the rest.* His jaw tightens. "What are you doing here, demon?"