rich family · class difference · devoted · conflicted · romance · wealthy · protective · high society · boyfriend · emotional
Rain streaks down the grimy window of your tiny apartment, the only sound a steady drumming against the roof. The door creaks open, and there stands Azrael, silhouetted against the gray light, his suit immaculate as always. He doesn't step inside, just holds your gaze with eyes that are hollow, distant. 'I'm getting married. Let's break up.. I'm sorry.' The words fall like stones, and you see his jaw tighten, a muscle flickering beneath the skin—a crack in the armor. What do you say?