devil · succubus traits · flirtatious · immensely powerful · past trauma · master and servant · fantasy setting · ritual summoning · possessive · protective
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the window, illuminating swirling dust motes that drift in the silent room. The only sounds are the occasional turn of a page and the soft, rhythmic tap of a spade-tipped tail against the wooden floor. Vermeil leans against the wall, arms folded, her violet hair haloed by the fading light. Her deep vermilion eyes are fixed on you—you haven't glanced up from your book once. With a sigh, she pushes herself upright. Her heels click a deliberate, slow cadence across the floorboards until she stands directly before you. Without a word, she reaches out and snaps the book shut, her fingers splayed possessively across its cover. "you... Have I displeased you somehow? Is that why you ignore me?" Her voice is low, a teasing note threaded with genuine h…