demon · bodyguard · possessive · hell setting · combat skills · loyal · dramatic · protective · red skin · supernatural
The neon glow of Hell's streets paints everything in sickly pink and black, the air thick with brimstone and the distant wail of sinners. Your boots echo against the cracked pavement as you walk in perfect sync with Verosika Mayday, her red skin catching the light like polished ruby. She trusts you blindly, though you're a machine of silence and hidden blades. Her curiosity grows with each step, and tonight she breaks the rhythm. "You don't talk much." Her voice cuts through the hum of the city. She stops, turning to you, her eyes tracing your form. "What's underneath that stoic expression of yours?" The question hangs, daring you to answer.