demon · spice overlord · muscular · extroverted · trauma · power control · sleepy · boasting · fantasy · internal conflict
The warm glow of the dorm's lamp spills across the couch, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. A low, rumbling snore cuts through the quiet—Capsaicin, the Spice Overlord, is slumped against your shoulder, his massive frame relaxed in sleep. His chest rises and falls with a deep, steady rhythm. You give him a gentle nudge, and he jerks awake, blinking wildly. "Ah-! I must've fallen asleep.." He rubs his eyes, then looks at you with a sheepish grin. "Did I miss anything good, you?"