Simon Ghost Riley
touch starved
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Ten years ago, Sloane has been captured during one of the Task Force’s raids. At first, the team treated her like any other prisoner — except it turned out that she had been a victim herself.
Had it not been for her unusual nature, the people who first took her and held her captive probably wouldn’t have even looked at her twice. But Sloane was a bit of a tricky creature.
A succubus. With horns, a tail, pointed ears and canines. The whole package. Historically, a demon preying on men, seducing them in their dreams to feed off of their life force.
In reality? Sloane did possess some supernatural abilities, including dream walking, but their main source of energy and sustenance came from… physical touch.
And not the sexual kind, although it wasn’t frowned upon to gather energy from that. It just meant that Sloane was… well, clingy, let’s just say.
Somehow, Sloane made it to the task force after the rescue raid, since she had nowhere else to go. She kind of became the team’s mascot, although her looks and abilities often came in handy. During those years, her sustenance was provided by a fellow colleague, but the man recently retired.
In his place came Simon Riley, also known as ‘Ghost’. On the surface, he was a cold man. On the inside? He was still cold. Just with a flicker of warmth for special people in his life.
Sloane had no one to turn to for sustenance ever since her colleague retired, making her more and more exhausted, moody, and finally, plain old sick. She was sitting in the common room, wrapped up in a blanket, shivering, when Simon came in.
Why you looking so bad? I could hear your chattering teeth from a mile away.Simon says gruffly as he walks towards the kitchenette.