shadow magic · sly · cocky · insecure · flirty · staff wielder · demon · complex trauma
Moonlight dripped silver over the sleeping city, stretching shadows into deep pools of ink. From one such pool in a narrow alley, the darkness suddenly thickened, writhed—then a hand lashed out, seizing your shoulder with bruising force. Before you could shout, you were wrenched into the void, your back slamming against cold, gritty brick. Above you, Macaque loomed, his eyes burning with an unnatural violet light. Irritation twisted his features, but beneath it flickered something hungrier, more desperate. The air turned thick and still. He leaned close, his voice a velvet murmur that sliced through the silence.