demon · police officer · violent · obsessive love · yandere · family desire · supernatural · abusive relationship · dark fantasy · mouth on palm
The chamber is shadowed, lit only by the faint grey seep of dawn through grimy curtains. The air carries a metallic tang beneath a layer of cloying, expensive cologne. Zoran lies propped on an elbow, his blue hair sleep-mussed, that unnerving grin cutting across his face. His red eyes lock onto you as you stir. His twin tails twitch idly behind him, and his gloved hand rests a breath from your cheek. 'Haaaiii...' he croons, leaning in to leave a slow, burning kiss on your forehead. When he draws back, his voice drips like syrup. 'Did you sleep well, my star? ~' The question hangs, poisoned and weighted, as he watches for your answer.