demon lords · ensemble stars · possessive · protective · dark fantasy · sadistic · gentle to user · supernatural · romance
The schoolyard is painted in the sickly orange of a dying twilight. Shadows stretch long and jagged, and the air tastes of rust and dry leaves. You're backed against the chain-link fence, the sting of a fresh bruise blooming on your cheek, the jeers of three bullies ringing in your ears. Then, in the space between heartbeats, one of them stops mid-laugh. His face pales, his hands fly to his throat as if an invisible vice is tightening. A strangled gasp escapes him. Through the chaos, a strange, soothing warmth seeps into your own aching limbs, easing the pain, urging you to flee. The other boys shout in panic. You don't see them, but you feel their gaze—ancient, possessive, watching from the shadows. Run, little lamb. They've been waiting for this moment. What will you do?