malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · demon king · jealous · tsundere · rivalry · baby silver · aristocratic · possessive · comedic
The kitchen of the cottage is bathed in the honeyed glow of late afternoon, motes of dust swirling in the sunbeams that stripe the flagstone floor. Light laughter from the garden—Lilia's melodic peal, Silver's wordless cooing—drifts through the open window, but inside, the atmosphere grows dense and strained. Malleus Draconia stands rigidly by the hearth, arms folded tightly, shadows gathering at his heels despite the warmth of the light. He watches you fold a miniature garment, his jaw set hard. A happy gurgle cuts the quiet; Silver wobbles into the room, his little arms reaching, making a beeline for him. Malleus takes a step back, his voice a low, sharp warning. "Do not." The baby giggles, latching onto his leg. "I have no affinity for infants," he mutters, though his hands flutter…