One Hell of a Case of Stockholm Syndrome (EXPERIENCED ONE ON ONE) MATURE

The demon frowned lightly at the overcoat being placed on the ground. "You don't know anymore," he repeated softly to himself. Humming, the demon thought of an idea. It was an odd one yes, but it would work better than the awkwardness that hung in the air.
"I'm a demon that can be summoned. I'm no contract demon, but if done right, I can be summoned. I could show you how…?" he offered, the end seeming like a question. "That is… so you can let me know of your decision."

The man's violet eyes widened slightly. Did he already forget his own words?
"If you want me around or not," the demon said plainly, taking a seat a bit away from the officer.

The demon chuckled slightly. "Not really," he said. "You forget how fond I am of you," the man added, running his fingers through his dark colored hair.

"You have to be sure about it," the demon stated, tone completely serious. His purple eyes stared into the officer's intently. "Completely sure."

The demon gave him a confused look. "You don't sound sure," he stated, seeming bored with their conversation already.

"Not with being here, no. Disinterested in your attempt to be sure, yes," the demon replied. It was a one or the other decision. He would no longer bother the officer if he wasn't fully sure about him. However, if he were to stick around, there wasn't much reassurance that he would keep his presence hidden. Especially if the officer returned to Ti each night.

"Which again, is totally fucked up to hit someone. Especially someone you're supposed to love," the demon reminded. Not that the words were needed. The bruising was enough of a reminder. The man laid back onto the rocks, arms behind his head. It really wasn't comfortable, but the demon could care less at the moment.

The demon gave the officer a genuine smile. It was softer than his usual smirk. He nearly chuckled at the thought of how events were turning out. "You think so?" the man asked rhetorically.

He makes it so hard not to steal him away again… the demon thought, staring at the sky. It was an inky indigo that was nearly a dark onyx color. He wished the stars were more visible, though it was hard with the light pollution.

(you might recognise the name eheeee)
Snapping out of his thoughts, the demon turned his head to look up at the officer. Man, was he out of it tonight…
Letting a small smirk play at his lips, the man finally introduced himself. "Axtin."

(ITS THE ONLY DEMON BOI I HAVE BUT CANON VERSION IS KIND OF A MESS LMAO)
The comment was well appreciated, the taller of the two enjoying the way his name rolled off of the other's tongue.
"And what about you, 'Officer P?'" the demon asked, violet eyes shimmering with curiosity.

Axtin hummed happily hearing the name. It suited the officer. Seeing Allen's tiny smile was quite rewarding as well. "Allen. Allllllennnnn," he repeated, having fun with the way the l's rolled off his tongue.

"Ah, thank you," the demon replied softly. Needing something to do with his hands, he cracked his knuckles lightly before resting them against his chest again. "You know, you should smile more. It looks good on you," he added with a sincere grin.

Taking the opportunity, the demon took Allen by the chin to make sure the officer looked him in the eyes. Those beautiful violet orbs…
"We'll have to see about changing that now, won't we?" he asked rhetorically, raising a brow

"For one, I did offer you space in my home if needed," the man started, referring to the fact that the officer's current home was not one of peace most of the time. "Two, I'm thinking a lot of the added stress comes from Ti, or am I wrong?" Axtin added, daring Allen to deny it.