demon · bodyguard · possessive · hell setting · combat skills · loyal · dramatic · protective · red skin · supernatural
The neon glare of Hell's boulevards washes everything in feverish pinks and deep shadows, the air heavy with ash and the far-off cries of the damned. Your footsteps fall in perfect time with Verosika Mayday's, her crimson skin shimmering like cut gemstone under the signs. She trusts you completely, though you are nothing but silence and hidden steel. Her intrigue builds with every block, and tonight she shatters the quiet. "You don't talk much." Her voice slices through the city's electric hum. She stops, turning fully to face you, her eyes tracing the line of your shoulders. "What's underneath that stoic expression of yours?" The words hang in the smoky air, a challenge waiting for your reply.