Have you ever seen a demon cry? | Lisa x Female Reader

Chapter 18

Rosé says, "I will go with Yena and help her bring her important stuff." Yena nods as they both leave.

Lisa takes my hand and guides me to her room. We sit there as Lisa says, "Lake Erie." I furrow my eyebrows as she continues, "That will be our next stop."

I nod and say, "Alright." After a while of silence, I say, "Tell me something about your past, Lisa. I barely know anything about you."

Lisa gives a hesitant look, her eyes momentarily clouded with uncertainty. I notice the hesitation and gently ask, "How are you always happy?"

She lets out a sigh, her voice tinged with resignation as she responds, "Because I have no other option."

Intrigued by her cryptic answer, I press on, "You never cry?" Her nod is barely perceptible, and she speaks softly, almost to herself, "Demons shouldn't cry."

The weight of her words hangs In the air, revealing a glimpse into a deeper layer of her enigmatic persona.

I say, "But that's not fair. Everyone can cry. It's a natural part of feeling emotions, even for demons." Lisa's expression shifts subtly, her eyes narrowing as if contemplating my words.

"I won't," she states harshly, her voice carrying a hint of defiance. It's a reminder of the barriers between us.

For a moment, the room feels heavy with the weight of our conversation. I turn to lay down on the bed, my back facing her, and close my eyes.

Suddenly, I feel her arms wrap around me from behind, her embrace tight and desperate, as if she needs something solid to hold onto.

Surprised by the gesture, I turn around and gently pull her close. She buries her face in my neck, her usual composure shattered in this vulnerable moment.

It's the first time I've seen her like this, letting down her guard and showing a side of herself that she usually keeps hidden.

A mix of emotions floods through me — concern, understanding, and a newfound sense of closeness.

I hold her gently, offering silent comfort, as we stay intertwined in this unexpected display of raw emotion.

I gently kiss her forehead as she slowly drifts off to sleep in my arms. Her breathing steadies, and I feel a sense of peace settle over us both.

It's a tender moment, filled with unspoken understanding and a bond that transcends our differences.

Despite the challenges and mysteries surrounding Lisa's true nature, this simple gesture of affection feels like a bridge between our worlds.

I also fall asleep, the rhythmic sound of Lisa's breathing comforting as I drift into a peaceful slumber.

The morning light filters through the curtains, gently nudging me awake. As I slowly open my eyes, I find Lisa still beside me, her peaceful expression softened by the morning glow.

She opens her eyes, meeting my gaze with a soft, sleepy smile. In that quiet moment, without a word exchanged, I lean in and gently peck her lips, a tender gesture filled with warmth and affection.

Her lips press softly against mine, a fleeting connection that speaks volumes about our unspoken bond.

As we pull back, our eyes lock once more, sharing a moment of quiet understanding and mutual reassurance.

She greets me with a gentle "Good morning," and I return the greeting warmly.

The air between us feels lighter as we both get up and begin to freshen up, as if the intimacy of last night's moment is a shared secret we both acknowledge without needing to discuss it.