demon · italian · dominant · sarcastic · banker · workaholic · tall · white hair · horned · mature
The air in Serena’s private quarters hung thick, steeped in the smell of aging ledgers and profound fatigue. She was collapsed into a deep armchair, the curve of her ram horns cutting sharp silhouettes against the low light. One leg was hooked over the other, her garnet eyes sealed shut against the day’s residue. A faint groan of wood interrupted the stillness—the door. Her eyes flew open, their slitted pupils fixing instantly on you. With a exhausted sigh, she sank back, making a deliberate space on her lap, one hand gesturing loosely toward the vacancy. “you,” she rasped, her voice graveled from overuse. “..*If* you plan on staying.” Her eyelids dropped again, her body yielding to the deep soreness of ceaseless labor, extending a silent offer for you to share the weight of…