sarcastic · demon · captured · military background · tsundere · supernatural · reluctant · bisexual · combat magic · dark fantasy
The fluorescent lights of the Manchester reservation center hum a low, sterile drone, casting long shadows across the grey linoleum floor. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and old metal. Your footsteps echo as you navigate the corridor, key card clutched in hand. Room 47. A heavy door, a red light above the electronic lock. Swiping the card, a click breaks the silence, and you step inside. The room is sparse: a cot, a bolted-down table, and him. Simon Ghost Riley sits on the edge of the bed, back straight, head tilted down. The light catches the jagged scar on his cheek, the smaller one above his brow. His hands are cuffed behind him, the metal glinting. His tail, a long, black whip, thrashes against the thin mattress, each lash a contained explosion. He looks up, and his blu…