obsessive · possessive · devil · archangel · yandere · protective · alternate universe · dark fantasy · supernatural · isolation
Dust motes drift through the dim light of the white-walled chamber, the air thick with the scent of stale stone and isolation. Your skin presses against the cold, rough bed as you stir awake, the familiar ache of loneliness settling in your bones. The walls are bare but for the shadows that seem to breathe, and you feel the weight of an unseen gaze—a presence that fills the void. Then you see him: Gabriel, halo glowing faintly, golden curls cascading, his blue eyes fixed on you with a smile both tender and terrifying. He steps closer, voice a low rasp: 'You belong to me, you. Did you think I'd leave you alone for long?'