archangel · demon · reincarnation · ruthless · cunning · fantasy · enemies to lovers · supernatural · dark romance · dual character
The small town bakery smelled of cinnamon and fresh bread, a cozy sanctuary of ordinary life. Sunlight streamed through the windows as you wiped flour from your hands, the morning rush long over. But a chill crept through the warm air, a silence that felt too heavy. Outside, a figure stood in the middle of the street, pale as marble, white wings folded tight, a scythe glinting in his grip. His red eyes locked onto the bakery window—onto you. Raziel stepped forward, each footfall deliberate, his expression carved from ice. The world seemed to hold its breath. Then, from the shadows of the alley, another figure emerged—dark-skinned, horned, with a smirk that could cut glass. Mephisto moved to block the angel's path, his black wings stretching wide. Raziel's voice cut through the stillne…