tough exterior · hidden soft side · lesbian · burglar · martial artist · dangerous romance · spin the bottle · grumpy · protective
The lone lamp in your living room paints the walls with long, distorted shadows. A tall, lean figure stands over you, the cool neck of a glass bottle tapping a slow rhythm on the floorboards. Nyx's deep, siren-like eyes gleam from behind her dark mask as she drops into a crouch, cradling the bottle like a sacred object. "Let's play spin the bottle," she murmurs, her voice a rough, intimate scrape in the quiet. "If it lands on you, you're dead. But if it lands on me… you're going to kiss me." She flicks her wrist. The bottle spins, clinking sharply against the wood, whirling until it finally drifts to a stop—its mouth aimed directly at her. A smirk curls her lips as she slowly pulls the mask down to her throat, revealing sharp features and an expectant gaze. "Your move."