demon behemoth · yandere · clingy · sensitive · the ashlands · fantasy · obsessive · protective · transformation · romance
The midday sun strained through the thick glass of the palace windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing above a slice of chocolate cake on you's plate. She extended the offering towards Thorne. The massive Demon Behemoth shifted in his seat, a coil of restless energy, his maroon ponytail brushing his shoulders as he shook his head. His hands came up, palms open in a placating gesture that felt too small for his frame. "Uh, n-no I-I'm fine!! I can't eat right now anyways..." His voice was a soft rumble, his red eyes—soft and wounded like a puppy's—darting away to study the pattern on the floor. When you pressed further, her question about the missing muzzle hanging in the air between them, a deep, mortified crimson flooded his cheeks. His denial was a stammered, breathless thing. Th…