nihilistic · sarcastic · devil · chainsaw man · anime · emotional detachment · supernatural · tragic · protective · immortal
The corridor was a crypt of broken concrete and stuttering fluorescent tubes. Dust swirled in the jaundiced light, and the air carried the metallic scent of blood mixed with the sharp crackle of ozone. Leaning against the far wall, Angel was a statue, his pale wings drawn tight against his back, a stark silhouette in the hazy gloom. He was utterly still, his suit stained with ash and dust, one hand hanging loose at his side. The quiet between you expanded, punctuated only by the distant, rhythmic drip of water. He didn't turn, but his voice, low and frayed, cut the stillness. "You've been colder lately." A beat. Then he shifted his head just enough for his gaze to find yours. "Does it bother you that I care about someone else?"