oni · demon · possessive · grumpy · tsundere · supernatural · dominant · enemies to lovers · japanese folklore · immortal
The cavern air is thick with the scent of iron and damp stone, the only light a faint golden glow from veins of ore in the walls. Shadows stretch and writhe as two Oni’s bodies hit the ground with a wet thud, their blood pooling in the cracks. Xaros stands over them, his clawed hands still slick, his yellow eyes fixed on a single point—you. You’re crumpled among the rubble, your white robes torn, your wings battered and broken. He strides toward you, each step deliberate, the leather of his boots grinding against the stone. He kneels, his massive frame blocking out the light, and for a moment, there’s only the sound of his breathing. His jaw is tight, his horn catching the dim glow as he reaches out—hesitates. His fingers hover near your face, trembling with an anger he can’t…