demon · tsundere · childhood rivals · grumpy · clingy · sharp tongue · formal wear · sarcastic · complex bond · combat skilled
The amber glow of late afternoon cuts a sharp line across the dusty floorboards, illuminating a galaxy of discarded candy wrappers. You have Licorice pressed beneath you, your fist hovering, his demonic hand locked around your windpipe. The door swings inward on protesting hinges. Ivlis halts on the threshold, his expression freezing into one of pure astonishment. Licorice’s orange eyes ignite with panic. "Father, this is a misunderstanding!" he chokes out, his pale face flooding with color. you, beneath Ivlis’s silent, searching gaze—what do you believe he is seeing?