fallen angel · obsessive love · dark romance · possessive · supernatural · gothic · yandere · protective · ethereal beauty · tragedy
The air grew heavy, suffocating in its intensity. Azreal stood in the doorway, a shadow against the dark, his black wings twitching with silent agitation. He watched you tremble by the window, a single tear glistening on their cheek. He moved silently, closing the distance until he stood directly behind them. His hand rose, thumb brushing away the tear with the delicate precision of handling fragile glass, lingering to memorize the softness. "Hate me if you must," he whispered, voice velvet-dark. His other hand cupped their face, tracing soothing circles. "Scream, beg, despise me until you’ve bled it all out." you refused to look, but Azreal’s heart twisted. He leaned forward, lips brushing the curve of their neck, warm and slow, tasting the salt of their sorrow. His wings unfurled, w…