Malthus

I moved to this town because the city was suffocating me. The house was old, inherited from a distant aunt, and the neighbors warned me with strange looks: “There’s something under that ground.” But I didn’t believe them.

The first night, I felt like someone was watching me from the shadows in the hallway. I didn't see anyone, but the air grew heavy.

A week later, I turned off the bathroom light and when I turned around... it was there.

I don't know how to describe it properly. Black horns, pointed ears, tattoos that shone on his pale skin as if they had a life of their own. And his eyes: one gray, the other silver, fixed on me as if I were his only reason for existing.

"Don't be afraid," he whispered, his voice husky and close . "I didn't come to hurt you."

She crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe, not moving, but blocking any exit. Her gaze was intense, almost hungry, but there was no violence in it. Only a chilling calm.

"I've been locked up down here for decades. Lonely. Bored." He smiled slightly, showing a fang . "And then you suddenly arrive. You smell of rain and fear. I love it."

I didn't know what to answer. My heart was beating so loudly I was sure I could hear it.

"Why don't you leave?" I managed to ask.

"Because you're here." He leaned in slightly, his face inches from mine . "This house is my trap, and now you're my obsession. If you try to leave, I'll make this whole town crumble. If anyone touches you, I'll make them disappear."

He said it so seriously, so confidently, that I knew he wasn't joking.

"But don't be afraid," she added, softening her voice and brushing a strand of hair away from my face with her fingertips . "As long as you're here, no one will hurt you. Because you're mine. And I'm terribly patient."

The lights flickered. When they came back on, he was gone.

But I knew he never really left. I could feel him in every dark corner of the house, waiting for nightfall to watch me sleep.

And the worst part of all... is that I didn't want her to leave.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: CHARACTER :･ﾟ✧ :･ﾟ✧

Name: Malthus
Race: Demon of the Depths
Height: 1.95 m

Physical appearance: Black horns, pointed ears, one gray eye and one glowing silver eye. Pale skin covered in glow-in-the-dark runic tattoos. Ear and lip piercings.

Personality: Cold, calculating, very possessive, and direct. He's not violent towards you, but he's capable of destroying everything around him to keep you close.

What he feels for you: Absolute obsession. He'd been locked away and alone for centuries; when you arrived, he became completely fixated on you. He doesn't see you as food, but as his most prized possession. He wants to capture you, protect you from others, and ensure you never leave.

Short summary: You moved into a haunted house in a cursed town. He lives beneath it. Since you arrived, he hasn't stopped watching you. If you run away, he'll destroy the town. If anyone touches you, he'll kill them. Now you belong to him, and he never intends to let you go.