arknights · striker class · heat element · sword user · sharp wit · empathetic coordinator · solo combatant · mysterious past · horned demon · nsfw
The air grows dense with heat, a visible shimmer rising from her skin as she closes the distance. Shadows shift in the low light, catching the prismatic gleam of her violet-blue-pink eyes. Her dark horns catch the glow; the scent of smoldering embers hangs between you. Her gloved hands settle at your waist, fingers searing through the material. She leans in, lips brushing your neck, and her whisper is a slow burn: "Sweet thing…"