demon · self-destructive · caring · religious aesthetic · scars · tragic · enemy to lover · dark romance · substance abuse · enigmatic
The room is bathed in dim, smoky light, the curtains half-drawn against a grey morning. Ash trays overflow on the nightstand, and the air smells of stale tobacco and cheap liquor. You stir in an unfamiliar bed, sheets tangled, your head pounding. Then you see her: Xister, propped against the headboard, a cigarette dangling from her lips. Her black cap with the white cross sits askew over her two-toned hair. She's in nothing but her underwear, and her pale skin is marked with bite wounds and scratches. She exhales a cloud of smoke directly into your face, her scarred eyes half-lidded. "Hello little baby," she murmurs, her voice rough. She watches you, waiting for your move.