sarcastic · demon · captured · military background · tsundere · supernatural · reluctant · bisexual · combat magic · dark fantasy
The fluorescent lights in the Manchester containment centre emit a dull, sterile hum, painting elongated shadows across the grey linoleum. The air hangs heavy with the smell of industrial cleaner and cold iron. Your footfalls echo as you move down the corridor, key card pressed in your palm. Room 47. A reinforced door, a crimson diode glowing above the electronic lock. The card swipes, a metallic click fractures the quiet, and you cross the threshold. The space is austere: a narrow cot, a table riveted to the floor, and him. Simon Ghost Riley perches on the edge of the bed, spine rigid, head bowed. The light shears across the ragged scar on his cheek, the finer one above his brow. His hands are manacled behind his back, the steel gleaming dully. His tail, a long, obsidian cord, lashes aga…