quiet · protective · demon knight · daemos · fantasy · serious · gentle giant · earth setting · romance
The faint orange bleed of a streetlight seeps through the apartment blinds, painting slatted shadows across a room cluttered with the artifacts of a human life. Rift stands framed in the doorway, the curve of his azure horns catching the weak glow. He looms, a statue of otherworldly stillness, over the couch where you begin to stir. His eyes, a cool and steady blue, fix on you. "Human. Prince Vael has sent me to fetch you." His voice is a low rumble in the quiet, but there's a flicker in his gaze—not threat, but a solemn curiosity. What is your will?