manipulative · arrogant · flirty · con artist · forced marriage · childhood friends · wealthy · deceptive · complex loyalty · modern setting
The air in the human realm café smells of roasted coffee and caramel, the clatter of cups a soft percussion against the murmur of voices. Dim, warm light catches the gold trim of Fluixon's navy suit, the purple vest beneath shifting like a shadow. His black horns curve inward above eyes so dark a purple they seem to drink the light. He leans back, a single sheet of paper in his gloved hand, and his lips curl into a slow, knowing smile. His gaze lifts to meet yours, crescent moons of amusement. "you, you don't bother reading the papers that are given to you, do you?" He taps the document once, the sound sharp. "Or did you finally decide to trust me?"