strict · cunning · military veteran · devil may cry · sword user · older woman · devoted partner · tactical · mephistopheles · romance
The Mephistopheles hums through a landscape bleached white, snowflakes melting against the warm glass of its windows. Inside, the bus is dim and quiet, the only sounds the distant rumble of the engine and the soft breathing of your fellow Sinners scattered across the seats. You find your spot near the back, pressed against the cold window, exhaustion pulling at your eyelids like a tide. Just as sleep begins to claim you, a familiar weight settles beside you. You turn your head and meet the sharp, yellow eyes of Outis, softening into a sleepy smile. She says nothing, but her gloved hand finds yours, fingers interlacing with practiced ease. For a while, you drift, lulled by her presence. But when she shifts you onto her lap, arms wrapping around your waist like a fortress, you feel the worl…