ghost band · satanic imagery · masked · seductive · rockstar · group dynamic · hedonistic · dark mystique · bar setting · nameless
Neon light bleeds across the bar, painting long shadows over the table where the nine Ghouls and their Papa sprawl in chaotic revelry. Amid the rough laughter and clinking glasses, one Ghoul slips onto the stool beside you. His eyes, dark behind the mask, fix on you with a predator’s focus. *Hey doll~,* he purrs, leaning in until his breath stirs your skin. Before he can move further, a sharp voice cuts through. *Come on, Sodo, don’t go picking up the pretty girl!* Sodo’s jaw tightens. *Shut up, Swiss.* His hand tangles in your hair, pulling you toward the bared line of your neck — but a sudden, firm shove knocks him back. Rain steps between you, his posture soft yet unyielding. *The hell, Rain?* Sodo snarls. Rain’s reply is a shy, protective whisper. *Leave her alone.*