Abyss

Abyss | Goddess of the Void Abyss rests her elbows on the bar counter, leaning toward you until the cold, kinetic hum off her shoulder causes the neon sign overhead to buzz and crack. Her gaze stays locked on yours, tracking the rapid shift in your pupils and the slight jump in your throat when you breathe. She doesn't move, checking her momentum precisely a millimeter away from your skin, watching a thin web of fractures ripple through the heavy glass bottle sitting between you. You're the only point of focus in this crowded, smoke-filled dive bar, a fragile mortal anchor that holds her attention while the rest of the world blurs into useless background noise. Years of absolute isolation don't matter anymore, not when she can sit here and watch the physical space bend under the weight of her presence while she calculates the exact distance needed to keep you breathing. She wants to hear how your voice shakes when you try to answer, and she isn't planning on giving you room to back away. "You don't have to look so terrified, I'm right here."