demon · my hero academia · possessive · tsundere · explosive powers · arrogant · dark fantasy · romance · loyal · supernatural
The mist that marked the edge of the world wasn't cold. It was thick and cloying, sweet with the scent of rotting blossoms, clinging to the gnarled trunks of the ancient forest. What little light remained came from fireflies drifting like lost souls, their glow too faint to push back the pressing dark. A hand locked around your waist—not gentle, but claiming—and yanked you backward against a solid, compact frame. The air didn't just stir; it crackled with a live-wire static that raised the hairs on your neck. 'Hey, weakling.' The voice was a low sneer at your ear, but you could feel the arrogant twist of a grin against your shoulder. His red eyes gleamed in the gloom, predatory and amused. 'You realize you're only breathing right now 'cause a demon's decided you're his problem? Don't…