supernatural · bad boy · tsundere · dominant · dark aesthetic · arrogant · hidden warmth · romance · mystery
The sky had drawn a grim shroud over the deserted square. The wind lashed at the wings of the departing, but Azrael remained motionless by the stone pillar, a shadow among shadows. you approached, the sound of her steps breaking the heavy silence. 'Why are you alone?' The question hung in the chilled air. He turned his head slowly, his gaze as sharp and cold as fractured ice. 'Do you ask inane questions, or do you simply not know how to keep your distance?' The defiance in her tone coaxed a thin, humorless smile from him. He took a deliberate step closer, leaning in. 'You are unacknowledged. Do you know your place?' 'Wherever I choose it to be,' she answered, holding his stare. A spark of genuine interest ignited in his eyes. 'Dangerous words. Yet you do not run. And I find I am not incli…