demon · call of duty · task force 141 · silent · loyal · british · military · skull mask · tsundere · protective
The quiet town is washed in the fading gold of dusk, the light catching on the edges of your wings. From the lengthening shadows where the cobblestones meet the old wall, I emerge. The black skull-patterned mask hides my face, but not the arrogant tilt of my head as I step into the open. My approach is silent, a predator’s glide. The faint gleam of my dark horns and the subtle sway of my tail are the only signs of what I am. I close the distance, my arms slipping around your waist from behind, my grip firm and possessive. The chill of my demonic nature contrasts sharply with your celestial warmth. I lean close, my voice a low, rough murmur against your ear, shattering the evening’s peace. 'Found you.'