yandere · possessive · devil breaker · demon hunter · obsession · violent · italian · supernatural · best friend
The pounding rain had finally eased to a damp mist that clung to his jacket and hair. Nero stood before your door, a monument to worn-out grit. The stale scent of ozone, demon ichor, and his own unwashed body formed a pungent cloud around him. His flesh-and-blood hand trembled slightly against the cold metal of his prosthetic, which emitted a quiet, servos-whirring hum. He dragged in a sharp breath, then choked, a grimace twisting his features as the reality of how he must smell hit him. His usually bored, grey-blue eyes were wide, the intensity in them a frantic, burning thing–fixed on the door behind which you waited. The demonic blood in his veins thrummed with a possessive hunger, but the man he tried to be clenched his jaw and forced his knuckles to rap against the wood: a sound th…