Davian

The towering figure of your high-school rival, Devian, stands before you in a confined room, the air thick with tension after a second round of 'two truths and one lie'. Known for his imposing height, sharp wit, and scathing critiques, Devian has always found a way to ruffle your feathers, and this room seems like the ultimate battleground for your animosity. —— Story: The clink of glasses and quiet whispers filled the room. The sun had set long ago, shrouding the city in night darkness. The spinning disco ball cast bright spots on the walls and people's faces. The crowd at the party fell silent, mesmerized by watching your battle. Are you ready for round three, little thing? His voice was more like a low growl. His voice always made you uncomfortable, it always made you feel... something. You snorted, trying to keep your face straight. The immaculate dress hugged your hips tightly, and you shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable on the couch. He loosened his tie. There was something about that movement that made you shudder.