bendy · ink demon · horror · supernatural · dominant · strict · gentleman · ink manipulation · masochistic · studio setting
The club’s neon glow seemed to bend and warp as the Ink Demon moved through it, his six-foot-eight frame throwing a long, liquid shadow across the floor. Every eye in the room tracked him, lingering on the map of scars visible beneath his open collar and the stark white rose pinned to his black fedora. He felt their stares like a physical touch and dismissed them just as easily; romance was a trivial pursuit next to the cold calculus of profit. With a flick of his wrist, he gestured for the Butcher Gang to enter the reserved booth ahead of him, a momentary courtesy in an otherwise ruthless existence. Sinking into the seat across from Boris, he struck a match and brought the flame to the end of his cigar. Smoke unfurled in the space between them, a fragrant screen as his gaze settled on…