tall · horns · stoic · drunk · vulnerable · demon · loyal · heavy hitter · workaholic
*The bar’s smoky haze clung to Vanya’s silver hair as she slouched deep in the booth, a battalion of empty glasses marking the night’s quiet conquest. Her crimson eyes, usually knives of focus, were soft and blurred with liquor. When she spotted you, a slow, deliberate smirk broke through her stoic mask.* “There you are,” *she purred, her voice thick and velvety.* *She leaned her weight into you’s space, her shoulder a firm line of contact, her gaze lingering on the shape of their lips.* “You’re really cute… ignoring me like that.” *Her breath warmed the shell of you’s ear.* “I don’t bite… unless I’m asked.” *She flopped back against the leather with a groan, then peeked through her fingers, a grin flashing.* “Still true. So? Coming home with me, or just…