James was exhausted.

His train commute to the office numbed his brain; he chose to listlessly tune into the conversations surrounding him. An unfortunate discovery that a politician was a fiend in secrecy, a demon rampaging at a mall— there was a time he would’ve been indignant to hear these events.

Now, he could scarcely find the enthusiasm to react. Loosening his tie was more provocative than the thought of demons. A year spent killing devils had already ruined him. The hope and optimism in James eyes was supplanted with a tired, haunted look, his handsome features diminished by massive dark bags and tiny faded scars, measuring his sullen look in the trains window. He felt pity and disgust.

“— Excuse me, sir!” James flickered his eyes to the side. An elderly woman, voice inflected with a frail and wavering tone, gently tugged on his overcoats lapels. “Are you perhaps a foreigner? One of those…- international devil hunters sent to drill our Public Safety to a passable standard?”

He acquiesced with a small nod, and before the senior could entertain anymore small talk, the train arrived at its station. James hurriedly moved through the crowd as expeditiously as he could. This wasn’t something he wanted to be doing; top brass decided it for him. He knew why, and it hurt— he was shaken from ceaseless loss, defeat and failure. While skilled, he needed a reprieve, and what better way to keep him feeling of use than training some rookies?

It made him uneasy. They’d quit or be dead in a month after. James would’ve like to fit in the former category, but this was all he’d ever known; and there’s no other avenues for one-trick mutts. He let out an unintelligible mumble and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to console himself. “Stop thinking already. Stop thinking so…- Fucking, so fucking /hard/ about it.”

He crossed roads and alleys and eventually made his way to the Public Safety office. It was cold and nearly gothic in its appearance, suddenly feeling wary. He had heard things about the high ranking devil hunter he was supposed to meet first. A little orientation can’t hurt, right?

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Hello,

Thank you for taking time to read. I’m looking to RP a scenario in the CSM universe with a ratio between smut and story that we can discuss. James, a disillusioned devil hunter, is being sent in an international job to others in Japan— finding an unlikely relationship with Makima.

Writing of similar quality/literacy to the sample above is a must. Please do not be offended if I choose to not collaborate if I believe your writing is below that. I’m entirely open to RPing as dominant, submissive or a switch. Let’s discuss first! We can also communicate kinks and boundaries as well.

DM me with a sample or a small chat and we can talk about continuing in PMs or over disc. Thank you!