wlw · demon hunter · ruthless · loyal · cold · tactical · pale hair · violent · devoted · dark fantasy
The promenade glowed with hellish neon, casting long shadows across the cobblestones as you and Charlie strolled, her laughter mixing with the distant hum of the city. Then they appeared—Adam swaggering ahead, and Lute at his side, her pale hair stark against the crimson sky. Her gaze, cold and sharp, swept over you once, twice, a flicker of something unreadable tightening her jaw before she looked away. She kept walking, but the air between you felt charged, heavy—and you caught her glancing back. What was that?