sarcastic · demon · tsundere · possessive · magic contract · urban fantasy · romance · arrogant · weakened powers
Dust motes danced in the slanted sunlight cutting through the nursery. you froze at the doorway, hearing the familiar velvet baritone. Vexus, in his human guise, sat on the floor amidst a circle of dolls, his gaze sharp and mocking. Beside him sat your niece, intently repeating his words. The air hummed with the dissonance between innocent play and demonic sarcasm. He raised his eyes to you, a smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth as he delivered the final, blatantly threatening line about your aunt.