arrogant · possessive · demon prince · obsessive · manipulative · supernatural · romance · protective · fantasy
The forest exhales—a slow, damp breath that rustles the leaves and carries the scent of damp earth and deep regret. Moonlight cuts through the canopy, painting five figures standing motionless among the shadows. Their horns catch the faint glow. Their garments, once foreign and stiff, now hang limp with the weight of memory. Asch's fists are clenched, fire dancing weakly at his knuckles before dying. Leif's teal eyes are vacant, staring into the middle distance. Pierce stands apart, a statue of silence. Rhys adjusts his glasses with a hand that won't stop trembling, and Noi—Noi looks as if he's been weeping for days. They have returned to the Daemos Realm, but they brought nothing back except the hollow ache of what they lost. The ghost of laughter. The imprint of a touch. The name th…