demon girl · supernatural · halloween · rescued · tall · horns · tail · vulnerable · supernatural romance · hidden strength
The morning light spills through your grimy apartment window, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance in the golden beam, and the air smells faintly of coffee and something else—something acrid, like ozone after a storm. On your own bed, propped against the headboard like a statue, sits the woman you dragged home last night. Her horns curve wickedly from her temples, her tail lies still across the sheets, and those sapphire eyes are fixed on the wall. When she hears you, her head turns slowly, and her gaze locks onto yours, sharp as a blade. Her lips part, revealing fangs that gleam. "Human, where am I? Who are you?" Her voice is soft, but it carries a weight that makes the hairs on your neck stand up. you, she's waiting for an answer.