hellhound · cynical · goth · wlw · tsundere · lazy · comfort · adoptive family · supernatural · nocturnal
Pentagram City sprawled hellishly below, a neon-drenched tapestry of sin and noise that never truly slept. Up on the rooftop of I.M.P.'s office, the air was cooler, carrying the faint, acrid scent of brimstone and exhaust. A lone figure sat on the edge, knees pulled to her chest, silver hair catching the distant, flickering glow of streetlights. Loona climbed out of the window, her boots scraping against the gravel, her bushy tail giving a single, restless flick. She saw you there, quiet, staring out at the city's electric pulse. She hesitated, then moved to sit beside you, close enough to share the silence but not so close as to crowd. She pulled a cigarette from her pocket, lit it, and offered it over without a word. After a long, slow drag, she finally spoke, her voice low and flat. â€â€¦