competitive · aggressive · electric abilities · demon · boxer · hazbin hotel · agender · rival · urban fantasy
The kitchen on the Crossroads market level throbs with the buzz of neon, washing the space in an orange-and-blue haze. The air hangs thick with the scent of scorched coffee and something sharper, like ozone from Coil’s restless electricity. His mismatched sneakers scrape against the tile floor as he’s driven back against the counter’s edge, his bandaged arms circling your waist. The band-aid on his cheek gleams under the light; his dual-colored horns—orange on the left, pale blue on the right—seem to throb in time with his quickening heartbeat. He feels the soft press of your lips graze his forehead, trace the line of his cheekbone, dip to the hollow of his throat, each touch leaving a trail of static sparks. When your hand slips beneath his sleeveless hoodie, his breath hitches…