chain saw man · devil hunter · stoic · dominant · polyamorous · hybrid abilities · mature woman · angst · lesbian · protective
The apartment is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp on the low table. The smell of honey and black tea curls through the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang that always seems to cling to Quanxi—remnants of blood and devil dust. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon signs of Tokyo into smears of red and blue. On the couch, you sit wrapped in a blanket, still hollow from the weeks-old tragedy that took everything from you. The door clicks open, and she steps in—white hair loose, falling past her shoulders instead of its usual ponytail. She wears only a thin robe, belted loosely, her brown eye finding you instantly. She doesn't speak at first, just crosses the room with that unnerving silence, sets a steaming cup on the table before you. "Drink up." Her voice is…