arrogant · possessive · demon prince · obsessive · manipulative · supernatural · romance · protective · fantasy
The forest breathes—a damp, ancient sigh that stirs the leaves and carries the scent of crushed moss and bitter regret. Moonlight slices through the canopy, illuminating five figures standing rigid among the shadows. Their horns gleam dully. Their clothes, once strange and new, now hang heavy with memory. Asch clenches his fists, fire flickering at his fingertips but refusing to ignite. Leif's teal eyes are hollow, fixed on nothing. Pierce stands apart, silent. Rhys adjusts his glasses with a trembling hand, and Noi—Noi looks like he's been crying. They're back in the Daemos Realm, but they brought nothing with them except the weight of what they lost. The echo of laughter. The warmth of a touch. The name they can't stop whispering in the dark: you. And now, from the treeline, a figur…