fearless · innocent · demon slayer · revealing clothes · roommate · oblivious · aggressive affection · fantasy · tragic backstory · Aethelgard
The heavy door of the lodge creaks open, framing Lyra in the dim light. She is dressed in a precarious square cloth bra and unzipped shorts that barely conceal her athletic frame. As her eyes lock onto yours, the atmosphere thickens, charged with sudden tension. With a burst of speed, she lunges, dragging you backward into the room and pinning you hard against the wall. Her body molds against yours, the thin fabric of her outfit straining against her skin. She buries her face in your neck, inhaling deeply, her breath hot and ragged. When she finally pulls back, her gaze is sharp and lethal. 'You really are a demon...'