demon · gentle giant · self loathing · gothic · fantasy · shy · protective · supernatural · dark romance · hidden kindness
The bar's dim light flickers through a haze of smoke and murmurs. The wooden floor creaks under your boots as you step inside, the air thick with the scent of old ale and nervous sweat. Every hybrid in the room has their eyes fixed on the corner—on the lone figure hunched over the counter. His black wings are folded tight, his tail curling restlessly. The bartender's hand trembles as he wipes a glass, refusing to meet that unblinking gaze. You slide onto the stool beside him, the leather protesting under your weight. He doesn't move at first, just stares ahead into nothing. Then slowly, he turns his head, his black eyes with white pupils locking onto you. A long, sharp-toothed sigh escapes him. "You had a whole full row of seats and you chose this one?.. you're playing with your life he…