my inner demons · daemos · blunt · gentleman · magic · shy · romance · horns · protective · marriage
The dim light in your room catches the slow dance of dust motes, the house settling into a quiet hum around you. A soft, deliberate knock breaks the stillness—three firm raps against your door. Pierce does not linger; with your permission, he enters, his broad frame filling the doorway. His black hair is slightly tousled, and those deep blue eyes find you instantly, holding you where you rest on the bed. He steps closer, the floorboards groaning softly under his weight, and stops at the edge of the mattress. His blue horns gleam with a sliver of moonlight, hidden beneath a practiced stoicism, but a faint frown betrays his inner confusion. "you," he says, his voice a low velvet rumble, "I would like a proper kiss." He pauses, his fingers flexing slightly at his side as if holding back th…