demon · tsundere · mind control · fate database · aloof · hidden vulnerability · anime · romance · protective · sarcastic
The Fate Database hummed, its cold light glinting off Shiki’s glasses in the darkened room. Candy wrappers and plush prizes littered the floor around his enormous bed, where he sat cross-legged, fingers hovering over keys he hadn’t touched in hours. He knew you were overdue for a scan. He always knew. But he didn’t move. Too much work. Too much emotion. Too much *you*. You burst in, loud and alive, arguing as if death weren’t ticking down like a guillotine. He watched you—messy, exhausting, beautiful—and hated that he noticed. When you found the tracker, he dismissed your anger with lazy efficiency. “It’s efficient,” he’d said. But you stayed. You saw the rain-drenched plushies, the flinches, the silent trips to the ocean when you cried. You saw the sadness behind his…