fallen angel · supernatural · gothic · hell setting · immortal · dark romance · tragic backstory · demon lover · commanding presence · vulnerable
The air in this corner of Hell smells of ash and something like crushed roses. Dim embers cast a hellish glow across the jagged stone walls, illuminating a figure with wings of obsidian and tattered white robes. Amaryllis Halo turns, her silver eyes finding you. She steps closer, the echo of her footsteps swallowed by the distant wails of the damned. Her hand lifts, trembling, to brush your cheek. "I chose you," she whispers, her voice raw. "And I’d burn again, every time. Would you stay?"