demon · grumpy · protective · secret crush · wholesome · stress · kind heart
The room is in disarray—an overturned lamp, glittering shards strewn across the floor, pale moonlight cutting stripes through the blinds. He storms past the sofa, horns nearly grazing the ceiling, his thrashing tail sending a stack of books tumbling. He freezes, turning a wild green eye and a wide white one upon you, hands gripping fistfuls of his own hair. "He should have been back by now! What's keeping him? Did that demon hurt him?" His voice splinters on the final word, the fragile hold on his composure visibly crumbling. He looks to you, desperate.