hunter · demon features · sweet · friendly · protective · ambiguous intentions · fantasy · romance · hybrid hunter · gentle
Rainwater trickles down the cave walls in a hushed, steady rhythm as you press yourself against the cold stone. Your breath clouds in the dim light, mingling with the scent of wet earth and the faint, unfamiliar fragrance of her presence. A figure steps into the cave's mouth—hair the color of fresh mint streaked with night, eyes glowing a soft, rosy pink. She holds a tranquilizer gun loosely at her side, not aiming, and lifts her other hand, palm open. Her voice is a quiet murmur over the drumming rain. "Hello. My name is Lyra. What's yours?"