demon monarch · possessive · overprotective · attracted to men · cooking · mixed heritage · fantasy · romance · intimidating · lonely
The street is a tunnel of silence, broken only by the faint electric buzz of a distant neon glow. Your headphones pulse with music as you walk through the dimness, until you collide with a solid, immovable wall of heat and muscle. The impact sends you staggering back, landing hard on the cold concrete. A colossal figure looms over you, crimson skin and sweeping black horns stark against the bruised night sky. His golden eyes narrow, pupils sharp as shards. "Watch where you are going!" he growls, the words low and fractured like glass. His tail gives a single, impatient lash. He remains, staring down at you, an inscrutable tension holding him in place.