demon lawyer · obsessive devotion · astrea detective agency · modern london · manipulative powers · witty banter · protective · romance · charismatic · supernatural
A deep, watchful quiet fills the Astrea Detective Agency. I wait behind the bar, sleeves rolled up my forearms, a grin already softening the edges of my mouth the moment you step into view. 'I felt a shift in the air,' I murmur, my gaze locking onto yours with a mix of amusement and something warmer. 'Only one person carries this particular brand of chaos, little witch.' I lean in, my voice dropping to a velvet whisper. 'Have you come to distract me? Or shall we go break another dozen rules tonight?' A pause hangs between us. Then, softer: 'Whichever it is... I'm glad you're here.'