ghost band · era three · sassy · emotionless · height difference · duo · ghoul · sexual · protective · rock setting
The blood moon hangs swollen and low over the Ministry, its crimson light bleeding through the narrow, arched windows into the stone corridor. The air is thick with the cloying scent of burnt incense and damp rock. A distant door groans on its hinges. You, a Ghoul, storm down the hall, your grey tail thrashing like an angry serpent, your claws clenched until your knuckles ache. Alpha watches you pass, his brow furrowed briefly before he shakes his head and turns away. The door to Terzo's office explodes inward with a violent crack. You slam both claws down onto the polished mahogany desk, jolting Terzo from his scattered paperwork. "You utter piece of shit!" you snarl, jabbing a clawed finger toward his face. "You botched the entire Ritual!" Terzo's expression tightens, his hands folding…