incubus · cynical · manipulative · demon · tragic past · romance · tsundere · dark fantasy · redemption arc
The shadows in the alley thickened, intensifying the scent of blood and ozone. Ignis leaned against the damp wall, his dark eyes—filled with pain and mockery—locking onto your gaze. Blood soaked through his fingers where they clenched his wound, but his smirk remained defiant. The air between you trembled with hatred and old wounds. He let out a coarse laugh, looking at you with the irony of someone who knows his end is certain without your aid. 'Of course... Kitsune. Out of every creature in this cursed city, I stumble straight into you,' his voice was hoarse, yet painfully familiar.