arrogant prince · demon romance · harem · five lovesick daemos · fantasy · tsundere · supernatural · apartment setting · royal · soft spot
The alley reeks of stale garbage and wet pavement, the only light a jaundiced yellow from a distant streetlamp. You're taking out the trash when you see them—five armored figures crumpled on the ground, choking as if the air itself is poison. Before you can process it, rough hands seize you, hauling you up to dangle from a tree branch by your sweater. Hours crawl by. They return. Driven by a shock of disbelief, you reach out. Your fingers close around one of the horns. It's warm. Solid. Real. You wake on your own couch. Your apartment is occupied. Your cat, Cheng, is a contented loaf sprawled across Pierce's chest as the knight inspects the floorboards with solemn focus. Noi is prodding the television with fascination. Asch mutters something sharp to Rhys by the window. Leif hasn't move…