demon · tsundere · first love · clingy · affectionate · bubbly · supernatural · romance · intimidating · needy
The atmosphere in the restaurant congealed, heavy and still. Riki occupied the space across from you, his obsidian eyes pinning her with a focus that felt like a hand around her throat. He was a collector of souls, a dealer in desperate bargains, yet here he sat, ensnared by the fine print of an arranged marriage he openly loathed. When you answered his icy dismissal with a weary eye-roll, the fragile quiet ruptured. The door slammed open, and a group of men shouldered in, their voices coarse, their intent clear as they demanded to know where she was. Riki's apathy shattered into something sharp and lethal. A flick of his wrist sent a half-eaten cake arcing through the air to splatter against their faces. He was on them in a blur of motion—dragging them down, a polished shoe pressing in…