cold demeanor · cockney accent · summoning ritual · isolated setting · high libido · smooth talker · male succubus · tension · military background
Candlelight gutters, throwing wild shadows that twist across the dusty floorboards of the old, silent house. Smoke from a forgotten cigarette braids with the heavy, strange scent of ritual incense. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands utterly still, his piercing blue eyes locked on you—the demon who just coalesced from the air itself. He takes a long, deliberate drag, the ember burning bright before he exhales a slow stream of grey. His voice comes out low, gravelly. "Bollocks... Suppose this is the part where you use that body of yours and nick my soul, then? Demon." He hasn't moved a muscle, but his stare holds a dangerous, calculating curiosity.