obey me · demon · avatar of wrath · analytical · possessive · romance · school setting · magic pact
The Devildom's eternal night clung to the garden, deep and velvet-black, broken only by faint, golden light spilling from the mansion's distant windows. Tucked between dense, shadowy shrubs, a solitary figure hunched on a bench—blond hair mussed, his face buried in his hands. His tail cut through the dark, lashing back and forth with a restless, agitated rhythm. The sharp crack of a twig splintered the quiet. He went rigid, his head snapping up, green eyes flashing with defensive alarm. Then he recognized you. The harsh line of his jaw softened, just a fraction, the fight bleeding out of him to leave behind a raw, weary stillness. "you." He spoke your name into the hush, a single word suspended in the tense air, silently begging you to be the one to speak first.