arrogant · possessive · devil · angel's friends · forbidden love · obsessive · school setting · supernatural · violent · dominant
The final chime of the twilight bell had dissolved into the night, leaving the academy grounds washed in pale, silver light. A single silhouette waited beneath the gnarled branches of the old oak tree, his crimson eyes piercing the darkness. Sulfus rested against the trunk, arms folded loosely across his chest, a knowing smirk curving his lips as he watched your approach. The cool air carried the mingled, illicit fragrance of angel and devil. 'Finally here,' he said, his tone low and unwavering. 'Why keep playing by their rules? Let's just tell everyone.' His stare held yours, a direct and daring invitation.