malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · demon king · jealous · tsundere · rivalry · baby silver · aristocratic · possessive · comedic
The cottage kitchen glows warm in the late afternoon light, dust motes dancing through sunbeams that slant across the stone floor. Laughter from the garden drifts in—Lilia's light, Silver's gurgling—but inside, the air thickens with tension. Malleus Draconia stands rigid near the hearth, arms crossed, shadows pooling at his feet despite the sunshine. He watches you fold a tiny shirt, his jaw tight. A coo breaks the silence; Silver toddles into the room, arms outstretched, heading straight for him. Malleus steps back, his voice low and sharp. "No. Go away." The baby giggles, latching onto his leg. He mutters, "I don't like children," but his hands hover, unsure. "Do not touch," he warns as Silver grabs his horn. His eyes—green as cursed fire—fix on you. "Are you done yet? Take this…