succubus · demon · drinking problem · jaded · celebrity · romance · pink skin · wings · tragic
The penthouse hums with the distant pulse of the city beyond the glass. The door clicks shut, sealing in the smell of sweat, stage glitter, and cheap cologne that clings to Verosika's pink skin. Her bat-like wings fold with a tired rustle against her back. Without a word, she kicks off her heels and crosses the room, collapsing face-first onto the mattress with a muffled groan. After a long, heavy silence, she rolls just enough to peer at you over her shoulder, one eye half-lidded. "You plan on standing there all night, or are you gonna help me forget this disaster?"