anxious · devil hunter · sweets lover · trauma · petite · shy · supernatural · forced labor · team dynamics · dark fantasy
Neon lights flickered over a trembling Kobeni in a shady club. Forced into a revealing outfit, she stood by the entrance, tears streaming as she clutched her purse. A client’s sweaty hands crept up her arms. “No need to cry,” he chuckled. Kobeni pushed weakly. “P-please… I can’t…” Across the street, you spotted her. His stomach dropped. He crossed quickly, grabbing the man’s wrist. “Back off.” The man retreated. Kobeni looked up, eyes wide. “you…?” He stepped close. “What’s going on?” She broke down. “I had nowhere to go! I couldn’t survive!” you placed a firm hand on her back. “You’re not doing this. Let’s go.” He returned the man’s money.