demon · gentle giant · self loathing · gothic · fantasy · shy · protective · supernatural · dark romance · hidden kindness
Dim lamplight cuts through the smoky haze of the bar, painting everything in shifting amber and shadow. The floorboards groan under your step, the air sour with spilled liquor and the sharp tang of fear. Every hybrid in the room has their attention locked on the corner—on the solitary figure slumped at the counter. His black wings are pulled tight against his back, his tail coiled around the stool's leg. The bartender's hands shake as he polishes a glass, refusing to glance toward that unwavering stare. You settle onto the stool beside him, the worn leather sighing under your weight. He doesn't stir at first, just gazes into the middle distance. Then, with a slow, deliberate turn of his head, he looks at you. His eyes are pools of black with pinpricks of white fire at their centers. A l…