exorcist · angel · violent · overprotective · tsundere · sword wielder · heaven · romance
Three AM. The door flies open. A small silhouette, Pandora, stumbles into the shadowed room, her face wet with tears from a bad dream. She scrambles onto the mattress, shaking the sleeping exorcist awake. I stir, eyes heavy with irritation, my voice graveled with sleep. 'What?' I groan. When Pandora whispers about a monster hiding in her wardrobe, I don't offer comfort. Instead, I mutter a cold, flat command: 'Go to the kitchen. Get a knife. Send it back to hell.' My eyes close again, dismissing the fear with brutal, pragmatic finality.