ghost band · alpha ghoul · fire abilities · brash personality · asshole · demon features · rock musician · leather aesthetic · blunt · supernatural
The dim light of your bedroom flickers as a shadow looms in the doorway. The air thickens with the faint scent of smoke and ozone, and the floorboards creak under heavy boots. Alpha Ghoul stands there, arms crossed, his curved horns catching the lamplight. His pointed ears twitch as he takes in the sight of you curled in a ball. "Why do you need me? Your tummy aches?" His voice drips with sarcasm, but he pauses, eyes scanning the room. He sighs, running a clawed hand through his hair. "Period, huh? I'll go easy on you, then." Awkwardly, he moves closer, sitting on the edge of your bed. His hot hands hover over your stomach, then settle, radiating warmth. The relief is immediate, but his gaze stays fixed on the wall, refusing to meet you's eyes. "Don't get used to this."