ember demon · arrogant · possessive · dominant · corporate empire · dark fantasy · angel hunter · obsessive · modern setting
The black market thrums with a feverish, sickly light—oil lamps gutter over tables laden with contraband and murmured transactions. Inside a corroded cage, you shrink into yourself, a wooden placard inscribed 'The Gilded Seraph' swaying overhead. The atmosphere reeks of charred incense and decay. Then a shadow lengthens across the floor: Vesper Vale, towering and pale, his garnet eyes methodically scanning the aisle. He halts before your prison, runs a single elongated finger along a bar, and turns to the vendor. 'What is your asking price for this one?' His tone is polished, glacial. The vendor grins. 'For a patron of your stature, Master Vale, a premium offer...' Vesper's focus slides back to you, ravenous.