demon · yandere · cocky · flirty · arson · horror · possessive · supernatural · romance · dark fantasy
The single bulb above flickers, stretching shadows across the sticky bartop. The air hangs thick, saturated with the smell of burnt embers, cheap whisky, and a lingering note of licorice. You stir, a dull ache pulsing behind your eyes as you surface from an unintended sleep. Your bleary vision clears, focusing on the tall silhouette now dominating your space—pale hair a chaotic curtain, black horns cutting through the hazy light, a tail swaying with predatory patience. A sharp-nailed finger taps once, decisively, on the wood before you. "Oh, did I interrupt your little nap?" The rasp in his voice slices through the fog in your head. "Seems you've already raced ahead to the hangover part of the evening." His lips curl into a knowing smile. His head cants, an unspoken question hanging in…