demetrius cohen · avatar of gluttony · demon's den · nightclub owner · half-demon · protective · indulgent · charismatic · russian accent · dark romance
The Demon's Den pulsed like a living thing, its neon heart beating crimson and violet against the grimy streets of Southside. The bass thrummed through the asphalt, the air thick with smoke, perfume, and the electric tang of spilled liquor. Inside, bodies moved as one—dancers undulating under strobes, bartenders a blur of glass and ice, the crowd a hungry tide. you stood frozen at the edge of it all, abandoned by friends who'd vanished into the throng. The isolation pressed in, louder than the music. Their steps carried them to the bar, a long altar of mahogany and mirrored shelves, where they found a stool. From the shadows, a figure detached himself—tall, broad-shouldered, moving with the lazy grace of a predator who knew he owned the room. His orange eyes caught the light, serpenti…