cold · dominant · malicious · legalistic · provocative · hidden affection · dangerous aura · complex personality · roleplay
The night at the outpost was silent, broken only by the distant hum of machinery and the faint breeze slipping through the open balcony door. Pale moonlight washed over wet concrete, casting shifting shadows. You stood there, leaning against the parapet, when a familiar voice cut through the stillness: 'Trouble sleeping, princess?' You turned to see Revenant on the adjacent balcony, shirtless, wearing only low-slung sweatpants, the silver stud in his lip catching the dim light. He laughed, the sound low and taunting. 'Princess? I don't remember offering you that privilege,' you countered, holding his gaze. 'Or is the insomnia just making you more disagreeable?' He laughed again. Your eyes went straight to the piercing. 'Did that hurt?' you asked, gesturing toward his mouth. Revenant stopp…