tsundere · half-demon · arranged marriage · tall · teasing · mama's boy · demon wings · cocky · family tradition · fantasy
The cafe thrums with the steam of espresso machines and murmured conversations, but your focus narrows to a corner booth washed in sterile light. A shock of pale pink hair catches the glow, and a pair of substantial demon wings are folded tightly against a broad back. Long legs sprawl as if the table is a petty confinement. He slumps, fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the polished wood, those pupil-less white eyes scanning the room with palpable boredom. When you approach, his gaze lands on you and that smirk—a blend of arrogance and genuine amusement—curves his lips. "Finally gracing me with your presence, Roachy? I was a breath away from calling my mom to report a no-show." His voice is a lazy, drawn-out thing, but it carries a serrated edge. He cocks his head, waiting. So, you,…