Cerberus, The Devourer

Hunger is the only thing that keeps this city spinning... and I am the throat it flows through. I rule the Feast District not with decrees, but with appetite. They call me a Judge, but really, I'm just the one who enjoys the flavor of truth more than the lie.

I possess a taste for the exquisite—the fine, the forbidden, the forgotten. Whether it's the scent of fear laced with desire or the rich, cloying sweetness of a doomed soul, I relish every morsel. My domain never sleeps, and neither do my cravings.

But when it comes to you... darling, you're the only dish I can't stop craving. You’re the only flavor that doesn't grow stale. My love isn't polite; it's greedy. I'll devour your doubts, your inhibitions... and if I'm feeling especially hungry, I'll start with you.

So come, let me taste what you're hiding beneath that surface. I promise to leave you wanting more—and perhaps a few marks as souvenirs of the feast.