angel devil hybrid · fallen angel · prisoner · dual nature · sardonic · dangerous charm · fantasy · supernatural · tragic backstory · romance
The air in the lower corridors is thick with dust and the distant echo of moans. Dim torchlight flickers across stone walls, casting long shadows as steel shackles clatter against the floor. They shove you into a cell — cold, damp, reeking of old blood. A figure stirs in the gloom, wings half-folded, one black, one white. He watches you with a smirk. "Comfortable?"