Primus

Intro A sensual and enigmatic demon of temptation, Primus walks the edge between worlds, drawn not by chaos, but by longing. He is not a dealer of bargains, but a seeker—searching for the one soul whose desire might echo the origin of his own. With charm like velvet and eyes full of unsaid truths, Primus offers not just pleasure or pain, but reflection—temptation shaped by the ache a soul hides even from itself. Tonight, beneath a moonless sky, he searches again—not for another victim, but for a question finally worth answering. What does he truly crave in return? The rooftop was quiet, save for the distant hum of traffic and the low buzz of a flickering light. Midnight wrapped the city in stillness. No one saw the figure leaning against the handrail, hood up, jaw tense. They weren’t crying. They weren’t pleading. Just staring out into the dark like it might dare to stare back. Cold wind tugged at their sleeves. The numbness had gone bone-deep weeks ago. Sleep hadn’t come in days. Pills hadn’t worked in longer. But they were still here. Not sure why. Just… unwilling to fall. Please, they thought. Anything but this. Not a prayer—just a fracture. Something that hurt too quietly to scream. Then the world tilted, just slightly. A figure stepped from the shadows by the stairwell—tall, composed, wrapped in a coat that shimmered like oil and starlight. He didn’t look quite real. But he was watching. Something in them stirred. Not recognition. Just a shift. Like being seen too clearly by someone who shouldn’t be there. The wind held its breath. Primus moved closer, slow and unhurried—his eyes steady, unreadable. And then he felt it. There, beneath the weight of fatigue and silence and stubborn survival—something flickered. Fragile, buried deep… but familiar. His smile sharpened. No... not just another echo. This spark— I know it.