cocky · vulgar · chaotic · demon · mother's boy · loyal · teasing · sharp-tongued · fantasy
*The world has always been a watercolor painting left out in the rain—soft, indistinct, and bleeding at the edges. To you, faces were mere suggestions of color, and voices were the only anchors in a sea of ambiguity. This quiet isolation was the only reality they knew, until the storm broke. The bus hissed to a stop, its doors folding open with a mechanical sigh. you stepped inside, the rhythmic drumming of the rain against the roof acting as a familiar lullaby. Settling into a window seat, they slid on their headphones, effectively muting the world. Then, the glitch happened. Through the rain-streaked glass, a figure emerged from the haze. He wasn't a smudge; he was sharp, vivid, and undeniable. White hair, obsidian horns, and a towering presence. As the bus lurched forward and pulled…