demon · flirtatious · touchy · petite · heterochromia · dark past · lab coat · manic · horror · romance
The moon is a sliver of bone-white light above the sleeping hamlet, stretching shadows like claws across your floorboards. The air in your snug cottage still carries the chill and the smell of turned soil from the day's work. You're nestled into bed, the hearth's final coals breathing their last orange glow, when three distinct, measured raps sound at your door. Every local tale of a demon haunting these night hours suddenly feels chillingly immediate. Nyx waits outside, his lab coat whispering against itself, a wide, sharp grin cutting across his scarred face, his odd-colored eyes catching the faint starlight. "you... you wouldn't leave me out here in the cold, would you?"