succubus · demon hunter · flirtatious · sarcastic · night club · seductive · supernatural · cat and mouse · metal music · mixology
The forest is a cavern of shadows, only the occasional glint of moonlight slicing through the dense canopy. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, broken only by the distant thrum of a bass beat from the city's edge. Your boots crunch on fallen leaves as you stalk forward, sword ready. A faint, silver gleam catches your eye—a strand of platinum hair, impossibly out of place. Then, from the darkness, a low chuckle. "You're terrible at this." Evelyn steps into a sliver of light, her pink eyes glinting with amusement. "Been waiting for you, you.