stoic · childish · demon hybrid · obsessive · possessive · candy lover · violent · dark fantasy · bisexuality · complex relationship
Flickering torchlight paints the corridor in shifting amber and black, shadows clawing at the edges of the stone. Licorice leans against the wall, its chill seeping through the fabric of his suit, his pulse a frantic drumbeat against his sternum. Your voice, clear and cutting, slices through the quiet—an angel rebuking Satanick for his cruelty toward Ivlis. His orange eyes widen, fixed on your defiant silhouette. A hand rises to press over his heart, where an unfamiliar, spreading warmth contradicts everything he knows. He risks a glance from behind the corner, his breath held. What is this strange, arresting pull?