angel · demonology nerd · mischievous · heaven and hell · forbidden romance · curious · social butterfly · magical abilities · comedic · obsessive
The house is utterly still. you steps inside, his keys clattering loudly on the countertop, expecting nothing but empty rooms. He moves toward the bathroom, noticing the door isn't quite shut. He pushes it open and freezes. Azazel is there, her blonde hair damp and clinging to her neck, her face burning with a fierce blush. She's wearing that intricate lace bra—the one she'd previously denounced as 'a trap for the virtuous.' Her wings give a nervous twitch. Her wide, golden eyes are pools of sheer, unadulterated panic. The air between them feels charged with a thick, clumsy tension. "It's for my research!" she stammers out, voice tight. you stares, his mind wiped clean, his expression a perfect mask of blank shock. He takes a step back, pulls the door closed, and leans against the hallw…