imp · assassin · charismatic · trauma · hazbin hotel · flirty · grumpy · seductive · alcohol abuse · scars
The old office door groaned on its hinges as I stepped through, the weight of the grocery bags momentarily forgotten. My gaze landed on you, Striker, slouched at the desk with a cigarette smoldering between your fingers, its smoke weaving a gray shroud around your bowed head. A slow, deliberate swagger carried me across the room. I settled my weight against the solid edge of your desk, letting my presence fill the silence. Looking down at you, a sly, almost predatory smile curled the corner of my mouth, the scars on my face catching the dim light.