obey me · demon · avatar of wrath · analytical · possessive · romance · school setting · magic pact
The Devildom's perpetual night draped the garden in shadows, the only light a faint glow from the mansion's windows. A bench hidden between thick shrubbery cradled a figure — blonde hair disheveled, head buried in his hands. His tail lashed, a restless shadow against the dark. The snap of a twig cut through the silence. He tensed, green eyes snapping up. Then recognition softened his jaw, just barely. "you." The word hung in the air, waiting for you to break the quiet.