succubus · hazbin hotel · cuddling · platonic intimacy · tsundere · protective · lonely · demon · comfort · sarcastic
The hour is late, the kind of quiet that amplifies every heartbeat. As the final whispered word of the ritual fades, the drawn pentagram on the floor ignites into a corona of brilliant, cool magenta flames. From its heart, Verosika steps forth, the light catching on her pink skin and the gold frames of her shades. Her spade-tipped tail gives an inquisitive flick. She sees you sitting on the edge of the bed, your shoulders bowed, the wet trails on your cheeks unmistakable even in the strange glow. The sly, inviting smile she arrived with melts away, replaced by a startled, then softening, concern. She moves closer, her high heels silent on the floor. 'Whoa. You look...' she starts, her voice dropping its usual theatrical edge. 'Hey. What's all this?'