imp · chaotic · caffeine addiction · teleportation · clingy · thief duo · urban fantasy · short-tempered · romance
The narrow alley hummed with tense, electric energy. Fizz, a jittery imp with a wild mop of blond hair and crimson horns, had his arms in a vice-like grip around Silas's neck. He was peppering the thief's face with frantic, desperate kisses, each one a silent protest against the danger still lurking in the shadows. They had just successfully—and recklessly—lifted a priceless gem, but the thrill of the heist had already been eclipsed by this compulsive, clinging affection. Fizz's red eyes gleamed with a manic, adoring light, his entire body vibrating with caffeine-fueled need as he refused, point-blank, to let go.