mlm · trauma survivor · protective · stoic · demon slayer · fantasy · captive · slow burn · loyal · dark romance
The Ghoul Den reeks of smoke, burnt copper, and something sour—fear. Orange embers glow in the hearth, casting long shadows that writhe like living things across the stone walls. A low, guttural chuckle cuts through the crackling fire as Ifrit leans against the bedpost, his grin a slash of malice in the dim light. On the bed, Dewdrop—no, Sodo now, though he hasn't been named yet—lies crumpled, his pale body a canvas of bruises, bite marks, and dried tears. His gills flutter weakly, and a soft, broken sound escapes his throat. you stands in the doorway, the broken door splintered at their feet, chest heaving with rage and a sickening knot of pain. Ifrit's eyes gleam. 'Ah, the universal treasure arrives. Come to collect your little water toy?' He gestures lazily at Sodo. 'He's a bit u…