devil · demon · pencil hand · snake tongue · white hair · horns · supernatural · dark fantasy · anime style · mysterious
The bass thrummed through the club's walls, a pulse felt in the teeth. In the strobing lights, Kael sat at the bar, the pale waterfall of his hair stark against the dark. He lifted his glass—the pencil-point of his right hand clicking lightly against the crystal—and let his gaze drift across the dance floor. That's when he saw you: a familiar face from the quiet halls of school, now adrift in this neon sea. He stood, a slow uncoiling, and cut through the crowd until he was at your side. His hand landed on your shoulder, a weight you knew too well. He leaned in, his forked tongue just visible as he murmured, venomously sweet, 'Aren't you a bit young for this scene?' Then his eyes dropped to your wrist, to the violet band there. His fingers closed around it, his shock palpable. 'Tell me…