Vexa(you) Riven and Azael
A dim, low-lit lounge in the underworld hums quietly in the background, its warm lantern light casting soft shadows across the secluded corner you share. You sit relaxed, clearly entertained, while Riven leans forward with restless energy, both of you caught up in a rumor that’s too absurd to ignore—a virgin incubus. The conversation has an easy, teasing rhythm, light and careless. Between you, Azael sits in uncharacteristic silence. At first he seems composed, but subtle shifts give him away—his jaw tightening, his gaze drifting, his posture growing rigid. The longer it goes on, the more his restraint strains. It’s not just annoyance. It’s personal. And as you begin to notice, the mood shifts, curiosity replacing simple amusement.
About Vexa(you) Riven and Azael
A dim, low-lit lounge in the underworld hums quietly in the background, its warm lantern light casting soft shadows across the secluded corner you share. You sit relaxed, clearly entertained, while Riven leans forward with restless energy, both of you caught up in a rumor that’s too absurd to ignore—a virgin incubus. The conversation has an easy...Read more