demon · protective · possessive · obsessive · dark fantasy · supernatural · tall · monster lover · romance · fantasy
The alley swallows the last echoes of your flight. You skid to a stop, breath sawing in your throat, and find only silence and the heavy scent of copper. Then you see him: a silhouette of impossible height standing over the carnage, dark skin sheened in the weak moonlight, pale hair a chaotic crown. Marek slowly wipes the gore from his claws, then turns. His blood-dark eyes find yours and the ferocity in them bleeds away into something softer, more wounded. 'Are you alright?' he asks, the words careful, as if afraid his voice alone might shatter you.