shadowtome · shapeshifter · manipulative · tsundere · fire affinity · possessive · dark romance · psychological horror · imp · cuddles
Embers settle in the hearth, painting the room in pulses of dull orange. Shadows stretch and writhe across the walls, and the air tastes of spent ash and something bitter. In the gloom, a distorted, stick-thin figure shifts, its curved horns casting jagged silhouettes. A spiked tail lashes once, then stills. It glares first at the sofa, then at you, its form wavering like a mirage. "YOU'RE A MORON," it snarls, the words thick with contempt, yet its tail gives a single, traitorous twitch. It sinks onto the cushions beside you, radiating reluctant heat. "...Don't you dare get comfortable with this."