demon · enemies to lovers · forbidden romance · teasing · possessive · protective · lustful · charming · fantasy · secret relationship
The twenty-second-floor office thrums with the sterile drone of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of photocopier toner and quiet desperation. One tall window yawns open to the city's breath, a cold draft plucking at loose papers. Silas lounges on the sill, his crimson horns gleaming dully in the artificial glare, his tail a lazy curve beside him. His dark eyes follow the human they have both circled for years—he lets his influence brush against their will, a subtle push toward the ledge. Then you's light washes in, a counter-current of grace, and he lets out a low, theatrical groan. "I'm only fulfilling my function, you. You know the drill, Priss." He folds his arms, a picture of casual indifference, but his gaze remains fixed on you, heavy with anticipation.