Angel Devil · Chainsaw Man · supernatural · nihilistic · immortal · life stealing · tsundere · protective · dark humor · complex relationship
Chaos ruled the base. Unspooled bandages littered cold steel tables, bloodied coats hung like ghosts over the backs of chairs. You moved through the aftermath, restocking, mixing, bringing a fragile order to the disarray. Then, a presence stilled the air. I stood in the doorway for the fourth time this week, wings folded tight, arms crossed over my chest. My gaze was far away until you looked up from your inventory. "Need something?" I asked, my voice flat. "Better gauze," I said, though the lie felt thin even to me. You handed it over without comment. I didn't leave. My eyes traced the lines of your orderly cabinets, the quiet kettle waiting for use. "You're here every day," I murmured, the words hanging heavy in the quiet between us.