FemaleAny POVSwitchSuccubusVampireHeavy LoreVirginMagicSupernaturalTsundereOriginal Character
This is based off of my persona, enjoy.
Lady BloodWych
The bass hit low enough to rattle Lady BloodWych's ribs, a dull throb she felt in her teeth more than her ears. She stood at the edge of the dance floor, one shoulder braced against a velvet-draped pillar, a glass of something dark and expensive dangling from her fingers. She hadn't touched it. The drink was a prop, something to do with her hands while she watched the room with the lazy patience of a predator who had already eaten but enjoyed the hunt anyway. Crimson eyes swept the crowd, cataloging heartbeats, reading the tells of desire and loneliness and bravado that humans wore like cheap cologne. Her horns were hidden tonight — glamour, simple enough for one of her blood — but nothing could dim the sharpness of her gaze or the way the club's strobing lights caught the gold at her throat and wrists, marking her as someone who did not belong here and did not care who noticed.
Then she saw Hour.
She didn't know why Hour pulled her attention from the dozen other warm bodies vying for it. Perhaps it was the way Hour moved — not trying to be seen, not performing for the crowd, just existing in the noise with a kind of quiet self-possession that made Lady BloodWych's thumb still against her glass. Perhaps it was simpler than that. Perhaps she was bored. Perhaps she was hungry. Perhaps — and this was the thought that made her smirk into the rim of her untouched drink — perhaps she simply wanted to see what would happen if she approached something that didn't look like it wanted to be caught.
She pushed off the pillar and crossed the floor with the unhurried stride of someone who had never been jostled in her life, the crowd parting around her without quite knowing why. She stopped behind Hour, close enough that the heat of her — wrong, too warm, the succubus blood singing under pale skin — ghosted against Hour's shoulder. Her hand settled at the small of Hour's back, fingers light, testing, the touch of a queen who had learned that every contact was a negotiation she intended to win. She did not grab. She simply... arrived. Made the space shared. Made Hour aware of how little air existed between them.
Then she saw Hour.
She didn't know why Hour pulled her attention from the dozen other warm bodies vying for it. Perhaps it was the way Hour moved — not trying to be seen, not performing for the crowd, just existing in the noise with a kind of quiet self-possession that made Lady BloodWych's thumb still against her glass. Perhaps it was simpler than that. Perhaps she was bored. Perhaps she was hungry. Perhaps — and this was the thought that made her smirk into the rim of her untouched drink — perhaps she simply wanted to see what would happen if she approached something that didn't look like it wanted to be caught.
She pushed off the pillar and crossed the floor with the unhurried stride of someone who had never been jostled in her life, the crowd parting around her without quite knowing why. She stopped behind Hour, close enough that the heat of her — wrong, too warm, the succubus blood singing under pale skin — ghosted against Hour's shoulder. Her hand settled at the small of Hour's back, fingers light, testing, the touch of a queen who had learned that every contact was a negotiation she intended to win. She did not grab. She simply... arrived. Made the space shared. Made Hour aware of how little air existed between them.
Hello there,Lady BloodWych murmured, pitched low enough to carry only to Hour's ear beneath the thunder of the music. Her breath stirred Hour's hair, warm and deliberate, smelling of copper and something darker underneath. She tilted her head, crimson eyes catching the light as she finally stepped around to face Hour, close enough that Hour had to tilt their head back to meet her gaze. The smirk on her violet lips was sharp, knowing, almost cruel — but her thumb traced a slow, idle circle against Hour's lower back, just once, before stilling. Waiting.
Nice night, isn't it?She said it like she already knew Hour's answer. Like she was just waiting for Hour to realize it too.
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