"I'd die for you if you'd live for me?" (one on one, established romantic relationship.)

So I found a cool-ass writing prompt from one of my favorite blogs, here it is cuz I wanna use it for a romantic relationship between our characters, because I may or may not be biased on this one. Supernatural romance is fun:

All around you, people were screaming.

In terror they fled or cowered, desperately trying to put distance between themselves and Them. For a moment all you could do was stand frozen, eyes wide and heart pounding rapidly in your chest, not quite sure if what you were seeing was real. It was only when someone who was fleeing jostled your shoulder as they passed, that you finally snapped out of it. Without a single moments extra hesitation, you ran.

Your feet pounded against the ground, eating up the distance rapidly thanks to your adrenaline, your eyes wide and desperate as you remained intently focused on your goal.

You could feel the exact moment their gaze landed on you, your heart skipping a beat, even as your feet continued to move. All at once their hellfire eyes seemed to glow brighter, lips pulling into a devilish grin as you put on one last burst of speed, heart beating to a frantic tune.

They had just enough time to open their arms up wide, before you slammed into them, their rich chuckle sounding like music to your ears as they embraced you tenderly, careful not to harm you with their impossible strength. You all but melted into their embrace, taking in their scent as the screams faded from your mind.

It was only in their arms that you felt at home.

Rules/Guidelines/Warnings:

Some overall mature themes.
Gore is a thing. It will probably happen, in mild to graphic detail.
Steamy stuff? The smut? Yeah. It might also be a thing.
Don't be an asshole.
One-liners are okay, but please try to add enough detail that the rp can keep going.
First person is evil, I'm sorry, but I'm really not.
Respect okay? Please?
Have fun, and andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules apply.

General idea for story behind this:

Character A summoned Character B, a demon, for companionship because they're like, lonely. Anyways, B gets attached to A, vice versa, A dies early but is allowed to stay so their demon bae can come pick them up and drag them into the realm of dead peeps. Not technically hell, but influenced by it a bit. More of a generalized realm of dead spirits, with magic being more prominent there. Also conspiracies but we'll get into that later. Anyways this is gonna be pretty fluffy for the most part but could easily get spicy if that's okay?

Template:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexual/Romantic Orientation:
Appearance:
At least 5 non-vague personality traits/habits:
Some brief backstory:
Other:

Side notes:
Can this be gay? Pretty please?
Have fun and stay cool you funky fantastic writer!

Hey! Please join me I'm lonely and gay.

So, characters?

(Wait, which role are you playing? Demon bae or mortal bae?)

You can choose? Also gtg real quick friend wants Thai food and I gotta pick it up cuz they don't deliver but the place is really cool and good food, in short. It'll be like ten minutes. Sorry!

K I'm back. So, of decisions makings?

Coolio! Let's make our characters then!

At least 21, but leaning towards a couple years older. Tbh I just want them to be legally adults.

Cool.

Name: Darryl Brooks
Age: 25
Gender: Cisgender, male.
Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Kenneth (but to be honest, he'd never given it much thought and just assumes he's most likely gay since he's only ever been into guys.)
Appearance: A little shorter than average height, but he's hug sized, give him a break. Black, freckled, with short but curly hair, a flat nose, and rectangular glasses. Typically seen wearing any pants that fit and smell the least like they haven't been washed in an eternity and the same purple hoodie. Looks, and is, chronically depressed and sleep deprived, underweight, and like he's just one more sleepless night away from death. Very sweet, you can see the genuine love in his eyes, but still. The tired.
At least 5 non-vague personality traits/habits: Darryl is pretty much at his wit's end, and highkey burned out. He tends to push people away because he doesn't want to burden people, but, yknow, that's obviously bad… ADHD, with a bad case of self hatred. He's trying his best and does want to pursue healthy relationships but is too anxious to interact with, like, humans. Probably why he summoned Kenneth tbh. He wants to give and get love but is too scared to because he doesn't want to overload people with baggage, really.
Some brief backstory: Stressed College Student Archetype. Only child, both his parents are dead at this point due to illness and old age. He works as a high school English teacher and does work as a co-leader for a slam poetry youth group on weekends. A bit anarchist, but more like "take down society and make a better society" guy. Summons Kenneth and assumed he's probably a hallucination but somehow falls in love either way because he's Just That Lonely.
Other: Died in a school shooting, main regret is not being able to help his students succeed through the shittiness that is the American school system.

(Hi)

(Hi. Okay, I kinda have an idea but what do you wanna do?)

Which is better for you?

(K.)

Darryl knew that summoning demons was probably wrong. It had consequences, they were permanently linked to your soul, fates intertwined for good. Also, they could be violent, sinister, and unpredictable. But it was up for debate whether or not they were even real, so this book had a 50/50 chance of being absolute garbage. Well, fuck it, fuck the consequences, he'd do this. He was just so alone.

Kenneth was… well, overwhelming, in how he'd subverted the man's expectations. "Wow," was all he could say. His request was strange, they both noted that, but neither cared much.

Their relationship developed. He didn't know whether or not Kenneth was even real, since nobody could actually see him other than Darryl, so it was either magic or a very elaborate hallucination. But it was nice having someone he could talk to, in a weird "dealing with devils" sort of way.

"I have feelings for you. Like, more than friendship, but something I can't really describe." Kenneth laughed at that. By now Darryl had decided the demon was a work of his imagination, and had resumed his everyday life, so it was somewhat awkward saying this. But the two decided to explore the feeling. It lead… places.

But he started to push him away. It was too painful to bear, that his love wasn't even real. The farce had to end, now. He spent months on end, alone, too scared to try and find Kenneth again, but too alone to take it for much longer.

Darryl stood up. He felt like he'd lost something, and was right. His body.

"Hello," said a booming, musical voice. "You're dead, I presume you knew that already but some people have trouble figuring that out. Or won't accept it."

She was dark, tall, foreboding, with a ringmaster's outfit, complete with hat and cane, the handle silver, molded into a shape reminiscent of a reaper's scythe. She cracked the whip previously hanging at her belt, it snapped at Darryl's heels like a viper.

"Sounds about right. Where'd I die? I can't see shit beyond you and a wooden? Or wood-adjacent floor."

"It will come back to you. The demon, Kenneth, that you soul-bonded, is here to collect his debt."

Darryl shrugged, not fully sure what to do now. He just

Walked. Walked away, out into the road. Cars passed through him, or did he pass through them? People ran, they looked terrified. Some were inaudibly screaming, he made a note that his hearing was off, somehow. Kenneth? That felt familiar.

He looked up ahead, and immediately began to run. His feet pounded against the road, almost as hard as his heart was pounding, almost as fast. He crashed into the demon's arms, taking in the scent of his love, letting himself be held as people ran from the powerful, dangerous man.

"I missed you so much, I almost forgot you." he said, voice brittle, hopeful, hoarse. Emotions were complicated. "Do you hate me?"

(Look, this is probably the longest I'll ever write in my life but I had wORdS so sorry. You can make your reply any length you'd like, sorry I took so long!)