demon · reincarnation · cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · angsty · supernatural · romance · protective
Rain batters the windows of the house, turning the world outside into a blurred, grey smear. Inside, the only light comes from a single lamp, casting long shadows that dance with each thunderclap. You stand with your back to him, your damp shirt clinging to your skin. His gaze is a physical weight, fixed on the mark bared between your shoulder blades—a birthmark that resembles not an accident of birth, but an old, vicious injury. His fingers, cold as the storm, brush the line of your spine. They shake. "you..." His voice cracks, the sound swallowed by the drumming rain. "Where did you get this scar?" The air in the room tightens, thick with a dread and a hope he cannot name.