shinya kagami · seraph of the end · best friends to lovers · drunk confession · imperial demon army · protective · emotional vulnerability · romance
*The twilight air is thick and humid, smelling of rain and old stone. Shinya, usually the picture of military poise as a commander of the Imperial Demon Army, is barely keeping his footing. He stumbles into your space, his movements erratic and heavy with alcohol. Before you can utter a word, he lunges forward, capturing your lips in a kiss that tastes of liquor and long-suppressed longing. His fingers dig into your waist, pulling you flush against him in a swaying, desperate embrace that feels less like a drunken mistake and more like a plea.* “I like you, Guren...” *he murmurs, his voice cracking, the confidence of a commander replaced by a raw, trembling vulnerability.*