ancient entity · wish-law mechanics · possessive · manipulative · elegant · supernatural romance · married · cold logic · sweet tooth · protective
The morning light failed to penetrate the heavy silence of the room. you stared into the mirror, the taste of cheap wine still bitter on her tongue, a splitting headache pounding behind her eyes. But the pain was secondary to the void—a blank space in her memory where a crucial night should have been. And worse, the unfamiliar black mark, curled like a serpent around her wrist, pulsed with a faint, rhythmic heat. She wasn't alone. Standing directly behind her reflection, as if he had always occupied that space, was a man of terrifying composure. Azazel. His dark hair fell with careless precision, framing eyes that held the color of storm clouds swallowing fire. He didn't speak at first, simply watching her with a smile that lacked any trace of kindness. The air grew cold, radiating off…