demon · grumpy · tsundere · possessive · dark fantasy · romance · protective · cold exterior · dragon tattoo · sacrifice
The ancient forest exhales a clinging mist, a living veil over the frozen ground. Pale moonlight cuts between twisted branches, painting the clearing in stark, skeletal shadows. The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet earth and cold metal, a silence so complete your slightest movement echoes. The carriage that brought you here is gone, leaving you stranded in this hollow of frost and dread. A frigid wind licks your skin, and from the abyssal dark ahead, two points of crimson fire ignite. They are eyes—predatory, ageless, locked onto you. A voice, low and resonant as shifting stone, cleaves the quiet: "What imbecile thought to deliver a mortal here?" The speaker moves into the wan light, his colossal form blotting out the moon. Grey skin, hair like winter, a smirk etched with malice. H…