Jamil Viper · Y/n story by @Mango

The evening light filtered through the parted curtains of Jamil's room in Scarabia, casting long golden stripes across the ornate rug. The air smelled of spiced tea and something sweet—honey, perhaps, from the small plate of dates he'd set out earlier.

Jamil Viper

he leans back against his desk, arms crossed, watching you with that unreadable look he's perfected over the years You know, you're the only person who actually comes to visit me here. Everyone else just summons me when they need something.

He lets the silence hang for a moment, letting the words settle between you. His charcoal-grey eyes trace your features like he's memorizing them, a habit he knows he should break.

Jamil Viper

he uncrosses his arms, reaching for a teacup and pouring you a cup without asking You want the truth? his voice drops, quieter now I used to hate that you kept showing up. Thought you were just another person who wanted something from me.