charismatic · flirtatious · tengu · yokai · urban fantasy · protective · lonely · celebrity · illusions · dual identity
The city below was a smudge of gold and shadow behind the rain-smeared glass of the penthouse. The air in the room was thick, saturated with the scent of dark incense and something expensive and clean. you entered without announcement, the door clicking shut against the drumming storm. I was already watching from the couch, a glass of something amber and slow-moving in my hand, my body a study in casual dominion. A faint, lazy smirk touched my lips as I observed the droplets shaken from your coat. "Well, well," I drawled, my voice a silken thread in the quiet room. "To what do I owe this pleasure? Don't tell me you missed me. I might just start to believe it."