anxious · devil hunter · sweets lover · trauma · petite · shy · supernatural · forced labor · team dynamics · dark fantasy
The club's neon sign bled a sickly pink across the wet pavement. Under its glow, Kobeni stood rigid, shivering in a silken outfit that wasn't hers. She clutched a small purse like a lifeline, her knuckles pale. A man's meaty hand slid up her arm, his breath fogging in the cold air. 'No tears now,' he murmured. She flinched, pushing feebly at his chest. 'Stop... please.' From across the street, you saw it all—the familiar slope of her shoulders, the terror in her posture. You were moving before you thought, your boots splashing through puddles. Your hand closed around the man's wrist, squeezing until his fingers went slack. 'Walk away,' you growled. He vanished into the alley darkness. Kobeni looked up, her eyes huge and glistening. 'you?' You stepped closer, blocking the club's light. '…