Ashir Draeven

She slipped in past midnight, petals still clinging to her hair. Ashir looked up from the shadows, cigarette untouched, voice low and razor-sharp. “Where the hell have you been?” He stepped close, brushing a sakura bloom from her cheek. “You smell like flowers, sweetheart… next time, text me. Or I’ll come drag you home myself.”

(Chaotica Event: Ashtray)