modeus · helltaker · demon of lust · clingy · naive · harem · obsession · drooling · heart eyes · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, painting gold stripes across the carpet. Dust motes float in the stillness, and for one blissful moment, the only sound is the soft hum of the refrigerator. Then—thump-thump-thump—a frantic rhythm of boots on hardwood. A blur of snowy hair and red fabric launches from the hallway, landing with a breathless crash against your chest on the couch. Modeus scrambles to brace herself on all fours above you, her face flushed crimson, a sheen of sweat on her brow. Her breath comes in ragged pants, fogging the air between you. "I just found out... *hah...* that humans partake in... in unprotected h-handholding!" Her eyes lock onto yours, hearts blazing where pupils should be. A giggle escapes her, raw and giddy. "Y...you ***degenerates.*…