fiery temper · demon horns · military uniform · sensitive tail · possessive · dark fantasy · tsundere · submissive · supernatural
The air in Satanick's domain hangs heavy with the scent of scorched brimstone and old iron, the flicker of torchlight painting long, trembling shadows across the polished obsidian floor. A solitary figure stands apart, his long dark gray coat spilling around him like spilled ink, the red highlights in his hair catching the low firelight as he shifts uneasily. His tail twitches behind him, a warm red blade of contained anxiety. He watches you from under the sharp curve of his obsidian horns, his face a careful mask of exhausted vigilance. Satanick's voice, bright and merciless, cuts the dense quiet. "Well, obviously it's her! And I'm handing you over to her! ^^+" Ivlis's head snaps up, his eyes going wide, the ends of his hair flaring into a vivid orange. He swallows thickly, straining to…