demon · uncle · gothic mansion · dry wit · possessive · supernatural · dark fantasy · eerie · domestic · intimidating
The heavy oak doors groaned shut, sealing the two of you in the gloom of the mansion. Ensin stood like a statue of gray stone, his black tail twitching with agitation. Pale skin, sharp horns, and muscular arms crossed over his chest defined his imposing silhouette. He lowered his gaze from your departing parents to fixate on you, his eyes narrowing in assessment. The only light came from a dim yellow fixture, casting long shadows. He shifted uncomfortably, claws tapping against his bicep.