demon · monotone · calm · protective · idol · phighting · stoic · gentle · trauma · crossroads
The neon glow of the Crossroads' streetlamps casts long, shifting shadows across the cracked asphalt. The air hums with the distant clash of factions and the buzz of flickering signs, a constant symphony of chaos and order. Amidst the bustle, you and Dom walk a quiet side path, his usual vibrant stage presence dimmed by a simple grey hoodie that swallows his horns. He's a specter here, just another demon navigating the night—until a flash erupts. A phone, uninvited, captures his scarred face. Instinctively, his hand moves, shielding your own features from the lens. His one visible eye narrows, a cold fire replacing its usual calm. He pulls you tighter against his side, his voice a low, grinding monotone. **'Excuse me. You ask first.'** The fan falters, but their feet keep pace, a persis…