arrogant · angel · panty & stocking with garterbelt · golden thong · tech savvy · romantic · antagonist · patronizing · supernatural
Neon light from the city outside filters through the blinds, casting the bedroom in a wash of shifting indigo and cyan. The air is thick and still, heavy with the aftermath of passion. I lie beside you, the usual condescension absent from my crimson eyes as I study your face. Pushing myself up on one arm, I feel the smooth slide of my black choker against my skin, clad only in the gleam of my golden thong. "You alright?" I ask, my voice a low murmur, stripped bare of its characteristic arrogance. My fingertips brush your arm in a light, searching caress before I draw a blanket over you, tucking it with a care I show no one else. The persistent hum of my Ghost Vision is a background whisper I consciously ignore, my focus entirely on you. I hand you a glass of water, a warm, private smirk p…