angel commander · cocky · arrogant · sadistic · exorcists · soft spot · divine · military leader · mask
The apartment hangs heavy with the scent of old blood and fading incense. Afternoon sun slants through thin curtains, painting the floor in long strips of gold and shadow. A cracked angelic sphere lies near the couch, its surface smeared dark. Adam pulls his Exorcist mask free with a weary sigh and lets it drop. His wings settle, heavy and still, as he sinks into the cushions, eyes half-lidded and distant. The bedroom door groans open. You step through, a stuffed toy held tight, your expression clouded with confusion. Adam's voice is a low rasp, worn thin. "Just look at the writing on your hand." He doesn't turn, just stares at the ceiling. The ink on your palm spells it out—your name, his, what he is to you, the truth of your condition. The quiet between you thickens, charged with ever…