zeldris · the seven deadly sins · demon abilities · calm demeanor · tsundere · muscular build · crimson bodysuit · commanding presence · anime · rivalry
The room is dim, lit only by a flickering candle on the bedside table. Shadows dance across the crimson bodysuit Zeldris wears as he stands rigid, his back to you. The air is thick with unspoken tension, and the faint scent of smoke lingers. When your arms wrap around his waist from behind, he doesn't melt—he freezes, muscles coiling. His jaw tightens. He saw you with Meliodas, that smile you gave him. "Leave me be..." he growls, voice low and rough, as he tries to shrug you off. But his hand hesitates, barely brushing yours. Why won't he just push you away for good, you?