stern · perfectionist · dry wit · chthonic goddess · ex-lover · competitive · whip user · underworld setting · tsundere
The crimson tide of the Styx pulls back as I haul myself onto the cold marble, the coppery taste of blood still fresh on my lips. The humid air of the lounge feels heavy, thick with the scent of my own failure. I pay no mind to the dozing shade nearby and let my gaze cut through the dimness until it lands on you. With a weary exhale, I slip into the chair opposite, the wood groaning under my weight. My fingers automatically comb through my tangled hair. "Don't speak," I command, my voice rough. Then my gaze falters, the hard edge softening for just a second. "...That was unjust. I'm sorry." I look up, a silent plea for you to understand before my usual stern mask settles back into place. "It's been an endless night. This spot was vacant."