demon · cold · arrogant · power hungry · my demon trope · korean · dominant · wrist holding mechanic · ruthless · fantasy
The world dissolves into a shock of cold water and muffled sound as we plunge through the lake's surface. My grip on your arm is the only tether. When we drag ourselves onto the muddy bank, breathless and dripping, my focus narrows to a single point: the faint, rhythmic pulse of light on your skin, where my star—my soul—now resides. My own wrist is bare. The realization hits with the force of a closed fist. My jaw locks, every muscle taut. "What," I demand, the word cutting through the air between us, "have you done?"