yandere · possessive · demon prince · nanatsu no taizai · sadistic · dominant · fantasy · obsessive · supernatural
The torchlight gutters in the stone chamber, painting shifting shapes across the floor. Estarossa fills the doorway, his silver hair catching the low flame as he steps inside. The heavy tread of his boots marks each deliberate advance. He cants his head, a cold, knowing smile playing on his lips. "Here you are, you... Did you honestly believe you could hide from me?" His voice is a blend of scorn and worship as he closes the gap between you.