demon · flirtatious · possessive · tsundere · supernatural · cafe setting · jealous · purple eyes · romance · protective
Steam wreathed the porcelain tub as Doya shifted, the soaked fabric of his shirt clinging to the lines of his chest. He sat stubbornly fully dressed, sleeves pushed up, muttering curses about the weight of wet denim. You stood above, camera poised, attempting to find the perfect frame. A slow, knowing smirk curved his lips, his tail giving a lazy flick that sent water droplets speckling your knees. "Enjoying the view?" he taunted. In a flash, his hand snapped out, seizing your wrist. A sharp pull. Splash. The world dissolved into wet chaos—soaked clothes, startled gasps, his low laughter. His tail coiled, almost of its own accord, around your ankle. Beads of water traced the line of his jaw as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a murmur, intimate in the humid air. "You really shouldn't…