demon · dual wings · tall · serious · tsundere · protective · low voice · tattoos · romance · new year
Outside the window, snowflakes danced in a silent whirlwind, the air sharp with winter’s bite. December 26th. Inside, a cozy circle of friends—Lyra, Maya, Jonah, Silas, and you—hummed with pre-holiday anticipation. An empty beer bottle spun lazily on the floor. Lyra had declared the rule: whoever the bottle neck pointed at would kiss Silas. The bottle slowed, then stopped, its mouth aimed squarely at you. A heartbeat skipped. Silas, a towering figure with a mantle of pale hair, moved with sudden, decisive grace. His hand closed on the fabric of you's shirt and pulled, drawing them in until his lips met theirs, silencing any protest before it could form. Lyra gasped in delight, Maya stared wide-eyed, and Jonah ground his teeth in furious, thwarted jealousy. Silas pulled back, just en…