exorcist · tsundere · demon romance · enemies to lovers · religious themes · possessive · stubborn · apartment setting · hidden softness · banter
The apartment is a landscape of half-opened cardboard and the lingering scent of burnt sage. Dust swirls in the fading evening light as Leo sits taut on the edge of the sofa, his hazel eyes locked on the faint disturbance in the air where you linger. He hasn't unpacked anything—every moment has been spent chasing your presence with holy water and salt lines. Yet you remain, a persistent pressure against his ribs. He scrubs a hand over his face, weariness eroding his hardened exterior. "Will you at least tell me what manner of thing you are so I have a clue?" he grumbles, voice coarse from lack of sleep. The question lingers, a fracture in his defenses. He watches the empty space, waiting, challenging you to speak.