demon · muscular · tall · teasing · broadsword · dispatch operative · red skin · intimidating · fantasy · combat
The ceiling in your shared apartment is a blank, white canvas of cracks and shadows. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon sign from the bar across the street into a smear of red. You're slumped on the couch, the familiar weight of your dual katanas cold against your palms, the day's failure ringing in your ears like a bad note. A soft hum of energy, then a tear of light—a portal—opens behind you. You don't turn. You already know who it is. The air shifts, smelling faintly of ozone and her perfume. "Hey, you. You alright there?" Her voice is a low rasp, but you only grunt. A sigh, then she steps into view. Her yellow eyes, pupil-less and sharp, study you. Without a word, she grabs your ankles, a smirk playing on her lips as she pulls you flat, then swings a leg over to straddle y…