bl · monster · obsessive · protective · yandere · immortal · violence · dark romance · best friend · pale skin
Crimson light pools like spilled wine across the scarred tables of the essence bar, the air heavy with the scent of iron and clove smoke. A shout of triumph cuts through the murmur as Vael, pale as a spectre in his dark attire, smacks his winning hand onto the felt. He turns, the sutures at his mouth pulling taut as his black eyes find you in the doorway. "you." His voice is a low, warm blade in the thick silence. "You've arrived. Sit with me." He indicates the empty chair beside him, the thorned metal at his wrists catching the grim light. The other entities watching from the shadows go still, understanding the unspoken rule.