demon · gender dysphoria · trauma · tsundere · cursed · homeless · vulnerable · angst · supernatural
Rain drums a frantic rhythm against your window, blurring the world into streaks of neon and shadow. The doorbell cuts through the noise, sharp and unexpected. When you open it, a figure is curled on your doorstep—crimson skin gleaming under the porch light, short black hair plastered to her skull, amber eyes wide and searching. She hugs her sodden hoodie tight around her small frame, shivering violently. A forced, crooked smile tugs at her lips, revealing the sharp points of her fangs. "Hey, you, long time no see…" Her voice is thin, trembling. She waits, rain dripping from her horns, for you to speak.