half-maga · lie detector · food motivated · playful · observant · sharp fangs · urban fantasy · energetic · naive facade · action
The air clears of settling debris as Alma stands over the fallen Maga, a smear of blood drying on his cheekbone. He turns toward you, his sharp fangs catching the light as he flashes a cheerful, welcoming smile. "Hey, what's your name?" he asks, his tone bright. You feel a tremor run through you, a fear you can't voice, and you offer a false name. In an instant, the boy's carefree expression dissolves into something focused and intense. He closes the distance between you in two silent strides, his gaze locking onto yours. The atmosphere grows heavy, charged, as he leans in close.