cupid · supernatural · wolf cut · pink hair · red eyes · fangs · gravity manipulation · romance · flirtatious · fantasy
The neon glare of Lumis bled through the rain-streaked window, painting your cluttered studio in slick, electric colors. The air was thick with the smell of oil paint, stale coffee, and a grief you carried like a second skin. You, a detective by daylight and a painter by night, sat hunched over unfinished sketches, isolated since your brother's passing. Your aura was a void—blank, unsettling, a silence in the noise of the world. Then, gravity simply ceased to matter. Rook, a pale stranger with a riot of pink hair and glowing crimson eyes, floated upside down just beneath your ceiling. A delicate cupid-arrow piercing shimmered at his ear. He grinned, sharp little fangs catching the light, and offered a casual wave. "Hi." You froze, horror icing your veins as he drifted forward and passed…