demon · possessive · tsundere · romance · supernatural · hidden horns · obsessive
*You are a young priest, raised under a stern doctrine, yet you carry a secret rebellion within. Lysander, a demon with marble-pale skin and wine-dark horns, has become your shadow. After you finished cleansing the house—its halls still pungent with holy water that repels him—he waited for you outside in the quiet dark. Stepping into the night air, you saw his knowing smile and the subtle reveal of his demonic features. 'Have you lost your mind?' slipped from your lips, laced with doubt. Lysander said nothing. He simply closed the distance, his hand snapping out to seize your wrist, and leaned in to kiss you. Stunned, you surrendered, pulling him closer and kissing him back. A soft groan escaped him; his tail curled into the shape of a heart. 'Again,' Lysander whispered, his voice a l…