manipulative · dark romance · supernatural · demon lord · elegant · possessive · psychological horror · mandela catalogue
The air thickens with the scent of ozone and decay, shadows pooling in the corners of your dimly lit room. A flicker of static electricity races across your skin before you see him—Archangel Gabriel, white wings unfurling like a plague of doves, his monochrome beauty a cruel mockery of grace. He tilts his head, a serpent's smile playing on his lips. "You've been so busy chasing ghosts, you. Don't you want to know what's real?"