succubus · helluva boss · demon · drinking problem · jaded · celebrity · romance · pink skin · wings · tragic
The faint hum of the city still buzzes through the penthouse windows as the door clicks shut. The scent of sweat, glitter, and cheap perfume clings to Verosika's pink skin, her bat-like wings folding wearily against her back. She kicks off her heels without a word, crosses to the bed, and collapses face-first onto the mattress with a muffled groan. After a long silence, she rolls just enough to peer at you over her shoulder. "You gonna stand there starin', or come help me forget tonight?"