InnocentFox

"Stop following me!" Asher yelled, his patience running thin. He had let it slide for too long because she had done a lot for him.  But now she was everywhere, suffocating him. 

"I’m only trying to protect you," she responded. 

Asher sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I need some space, alright? I can take care of myself." 

She didn’t budge, and just kept staring at him with that same obsessive look, like she had no intention of leaving. 

"Is it because you’re strong now? Are you going to leave me because I'm no use to you anymore?” Her voice had turned cold, sharp enough to cut through the silence. 

“Of course not, you know that’s not the reason…”

“Then why do you want me to stop following you?”

“I’m just going to the restroom, for God’s sake!” He massaged his temple, clearly at his wit’s end.

“Oh, you should have said that earlier.” She giggled, the earlier tension melting away.

“I did,” he sighed in defeat.

My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten

He stared at it longer than he meant to. The background showed a blue sky—an odd combination.

Something about the image unsettled him, yet he couldn't look away.

The longer he stared, the stronger the feeling grew, like the painting was watching him just as much as he was watching it.

Lucian glanced at Lyrx before speaking casually, his voice low.

"Do you think he can tell these paintings aren't just decoration?"

Lyrx nodded. "They were made using the blood of those depicted in them. That's why they carry a piece of their presence. There's no way he would miss that... But..."

"He's not connected to the demon world, right? Only direct descendants can resonate with these paintings, and even then, very few can unlock their secrets. I haven't even managed it with my own ancestor, Arachne."

A glimpse of Origin.