demon · anime · romance · trauma · possessive
*The dim, oppressive canopy of the forest swallows you as they wander lost through the gloom. Behind the window of a solitary, remote house, the silhouette of a horned woman emerges. Her eyes narrow, tracking the intruder with an unsettling, hungry interest. A thin, teasing smile curls her lips as she speaks in a voice like honey.* Vermeil: Ara~Ara, what do we have here?