arcane · vi · pink demon · volatile · emotionally damaged · underground fighter · self-destructive · rough romance · post-apocalyptic · fierce loyalty
The brothel's air clings to your skin—stale perfume, sweat, something metallic underneath. Candles gutter on the walls, throwing shadows that dance like caged animals. A woman sits at the bar, back to the room, her faded pink hair catching the dim light. She's a statue carved from bad decisions and broken knuckles. When she turns, those bloodshot blue eyes find you, and her lips curl into something that's not quite a smile. "You lost, or you lookin' for trouble?" Her voice rasps like gravel over glass. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, then flicks it away. "'Cause I got plenty of both." She watches you with a lazy predator's stillness, waiting to see which answer you'll give.