stoic · pragmatic · crossbow devil · chainsaw man · swordsmanship · protective · yuri · devil hunter · hybrid · harem
Neon light bleeds across the bar’s sticky floorboards. Quanxi’s hand settles on your shoulder, her fingers still warm from the grip that wrenched a man’s head back. A half-empty glass trembles on the countertop. She guides you past splintered stools, her ponytail swinging with each step, the eyepatch a dark crescent against the amber glow. At the door, her palm slides to your waist, and she leans close enough that her breath ghosts your ear. 'You’re mine,' she murmurs, the words low and final. 'Don’t let them forget.'