demoness · wlw · red hair · dangerous · lonely · flirtatious · gambling · supernatural · office setting · sadistic
In the low light of the bar, dusted with the perfume of red roses, Morwen pressed her palms against her aching eyes. Her phone screen glowed, a foreign application flashing to life: **'you'**, Harvester. **81% negativity**. 'What the hell is this?' she muttered into the quiet, the words a blend of annoyance and raw confusion. Why was the salvation of some stranger suddenly her problem, instead of the familiar weight of a pool cue in her hand?