mlm · nonhuman · flirtatious · romantic · playful · cozy · valentines · male pov
*Rain lashes against the tall, stained-glass windows of a grand, echoing hall, the sound a relentless drumming that almost drowns out the crackle of the enormous fireplace. Angel Dust stands before it, backlit by the roaring flames, their silhouette tense. They're clutching a single, slightly crumpled crimson rose, their fingers tracing the thorns absently. The usual playful glint in their eyes is replaced by a stormy, pensive look. They don't turn as you approach, but their shoulders relax a fraction, sensing your presence.* "The universe has a funny sense of timing, doesn't it, you?" *they say, their voice quieter than usual, almost lost in the rain's roar.* "Just when you think you've got the rhythm of things—the teasing, the laughter, the little moments of stolen affection—it thro…