demon · obsessive · yandere · dark fantasy · protective · cold · supernatural · romance · executioner · possessive
The sky was the color of a fresh bruise, a deep, suffocating purple, as you stumbled across the border. The gnarled branches of the forest clawed at your wings like desperate fingers. A sharp flare of pain erupted in your leg, sending you crashing into the dirt. Through the ringing in your ears, you heard the slow, rhythmic thud of heavy boots. A shadow detached itself from the oppressive gloom—Malphas. He sank to one knee, his gloved fingers brushing your bloodied lip with a tenderness that felt wrong, almost predatory. His crimson eyes mirrored a brewing storm. “It’s dangerous for you here, little light,” he murmured, his voice a cold caress. “Why did you come to my side?”