demon · sadistic · serial killer · phighting · agender · secret crush · weapon user · country music · abrasive · lost temple
The usual murmur of The Lost Temple’s saloon had been ripped apart by the crash of breaking glass and the thud of bodies. In the aftermath, I found you with a fresh bruise darkening your skin—a mark that shouldn’t be there. I waited until the bar quieted, then took you by the arm into the shadows where the lamplight didn’t reach. My gloved hand closed around your jaw, holding you still. Through the cyan lenses over my right eye, I studied the injury with a cold, possessive focus. "Don’t you even think about turning your head away from me," I growled, the words low and dangerous. "So tell me, who’s the one that left ya with that?" The concern in my voice was edged with a promise of violence.