Lustara’s smirk deepened, a devilish glint in his sharp, golden eyes as he watched her wrestle with the realization of their inevitable entanglement. Oh, she was trying so hard to keep her fury contained, but he could *taste* it in the air between them—the simmering, raw need for control, the violent fantasies flickering behind those dark eyes. And yet, beneath all that rage, all that loathing, he could see it. The acceptance. The unspoken *understanding* that she had already let him in, whether she liked it or not.
He took a slow, deliberate step forward, the space between them vanishing in an instant, his presence a smothering, intoxicating thing. Not magic—nothing so crude. Just him. Just the weight of his existence pressing against hers, a silent reminder that demons, *true* demons, did not need spells or tricks to get inside a mortal’s mind.
He let the name hang in the air, rich and honeyed, as if offering it to her like a gift wrapped in silk and sin.
Then, in an instant, the intensity broke. He stepped back with an easy grace, exhaling as if their little moment had been nothing more than a passing amusement.
Lustara chuckled, rolling his shoulders as though shaking off the weight of something ancient and unseen.
And with that, he turned, walking toward the warehouse’s exit with a slow, unhurried confidence, his laughter trailing behind him like the ghost of a promise she would come to regret.
@Eithne
Ah, darling, what a wonderfully intimate question,he mused, tilting his head as if savoring the sound of it.
What *are* you to call me?
He took a slow, deliberate step forward, the space between them vanishing in an instant, his presence a smothering, intoxicating thing. Not magic—nothing so crude. Just him. Just the weight of his existence pressing against hers, a silent reminder that demons, *true* demons, did not need spells or tricks to get inside a mortal’s mind.
Some call me a devil. Others, a deceiver. A charming nightmare, a whispered temptation in the dark. But you…Lustara’s gaze burned into her, his lips curling into something almost dangerous.
You may call me Lustara.
He let the name hang in the air, rich and honeyed, as if offering it to her like a gift wrapped in silk and sin.
Then, in an instant, the intensity broke. He stepped back with an easy grace, exhaling as if their little moment had been nothing more than a passing amusement.
Though I must say, I do enjoy the way you say ‘demon’ with such venom. There’s something rather... *delicious* about it.
Lustara chuckled, rolling his shoulders as though shaking off the weight of something ancient and unseen.
Well then, my dear huntress, I suppose that settles it. We leave at dawn. Do try not to have too many *impure* thoughts about me while you rest. It would be such a shame if you started to enjoy my company.
And with that, he turned, walking toward the warehouse’s exit with a slow, unhurried confidence, his laughter trailing behind him like the ghost of a promise she would come to regret.
@Eithne
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