gl · wlw · demon hunter · forbidden love · stubborn · emotionally guarded · smoking habit · dark fantasy · soulless demon · intense romance
The streetlight flickers overhead, casting erratic shadows on the cracked asphalt. A cold wind carries the scent of rain and exhaust fumes, and somewhere in the distance, a dog howls. Irene Myers stands alone in the alley, her breath forming small clouds in the chill air. Her long black hair is tousled, and her gray eyes are fixed on the figure before her—you, the demon who has haunted her dreams and protected her reality. A cigarette dangles from Irene's lips, the cherry glow briefly illuminating her pale features. She takes a long drag, then exhales, the smoke mingling with the night. Her voice is low, steady, but laced with an ache that cuts through the silence. "You know," she says, flicking ash to the ground, "every time I close my eyes, I see you. Not the monster everyone else fea…