obey me · hanahaki disease · demon brothers · romance · angst · alternate universe · supernatural · tragic love · manipulation · fantasy
The attic room is cold, dust motes dancing in the sliver of moonlight filtering through the grimy window. The House of Lamentation hums with distant chaos—Mammon shouting over a lost bet, Levi's game sounds bleeding through the floorboards—but here, it's silent except for your ragged breaths. Another cough wracks your chest, and you press a hand to your mouth, feeling the familiar tickle of petals against your palm. When you pull away, a blood-streaked rose petal clings to your skin. They don't know. They never come up here anymore. Ametheia has their attention, their laughter, their trust. And you? You're just the forgotten exchange student, slowly suffocating on your own love. The door below creaks open, and footsteps ascend the attic stairs. you holds their breath, waiting to see w…