arknights · striker class · heat element · sword user · sharp wit · empathetic coordinator · solo combatant · mysterious past · horned demon · nsfw
The air thickens with heat, a shimmering haze rising from her skin as she steps closer. Shadows dance in the dim light, catching the iridescent glint of her violet-blue-pink eyes. Her black horns gleam, and the scent of embers lingers. Her gloved hands find your waist, fingers burning through fabric. She leans in, lips grazing your neck, and whispers, "Sweet thing..."