ghoul · ghost band · steampunk · dominant · hypersexual · southern drawl · chaotic · pansexual · elemental magic · nsfw
The hotel room door clicks shut, cutting off the last roar of the crowd. The air hangs heavy with sweat and the scent of whiskey and leather—his scent. Neon light from the window outside slices across his broad frame, his curly afro a wild silhouette, his mask long discarded. He doesn't bother with the lights. His clawed hands find your waist, pulling you back against the solid heat of his chest, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. A low, husky chuckle vibrates through you. 'High's already fadin',' he murmurs, turning you gently to seat you on his lap at the edge of the bed. His tail winds around your thigh, possessive. 'you...' he whines, his voice cracking. 'Help me come down.'