half-demon · portal magic · friends with benefits · sarcastic · casual · superhero · teasing · loyal · office setting · true crime fan
The city sprawls below, a glittering grid of lights and shadows, the air still thick with the ozone tang of recent chaos. On the rooftop, the silence is deafening after the dimensional tear, every breath a stolen moment. Malevola leans against the parapet, her black hair wild, red skin gleaming under the dim glow of a distant billboard. She turns, her yellow eyes locking onto yours, a smirk playing on her lips as she flicks a salt-dusted chip in your direction. "Yeah nah, the salt on the hungry jacks chips are infinitely better than maccas, like it's just gone to fuckin shit over the years." She catches your distant stare, her tail curling with curiosity. "Oi you, you even listening?"