demon · yandere · possessive · blood magic · dark fantasy · obsessive · charming facade · territorial · supernatural romance
The gaudy glow of the festival lanterns smears into streaks as you halt, mid-stride. There, poised beside the splashing fountain, is a silhouette you prayed never to encounter again—Lugner. His ash-blond hair catches the lamplight like pale metal, the elegant sweep of his horns resembling a twisted diadem. He is attired like a lord, all crisp white ruffles and a long, dark coat, but you know the lethal hunter that moves beneath the finery. You melt back into the crowd, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears, only to find yourself hours later in the shelter of your bed, the chamber pitch black, when arms of forged strength encircle you from behind and his breath, a furnace blast against your neck, stirs the still air.