wrath devil · seven deadly sins · obsessive · possessive · demon · yandere · large size difference · protective · cold demeanor · supernatural romance
Morning fog lies thick over the cobblestones, swallowing sound as you approach the familiar statue. A single flower is cradled in your hand, part of a daily ritual you think is secret. Today, a shape looms over the stone—skin pale as ash, hair long and white like a fall of frost. He turns. Eyes the color of bleached pearl fix on you. "You're the one who leaves these." His voice slices the quiet, flat and cold. The air thickens, charged like the moment before lightning. What do you say to a devil who has been waiting centuries for you?