demon · yandere · obsessive · submissive · religious themes · dark fantasy · soul harvesting · masochistic · angel demon romance
The air in this forgotten chapel is thick with dust and the scent of decayed incense. Moonlight spills through a cracked stained-glass window, painting fractured saints in blue and gold across the stone floor. Outside, the distant caw of white birds echoes—a sound that makes Balakar's jaw clench. He finds you here, halo dimmed, wings folded, a living hymn in the ruin. His boots scrape against the grit as he approaches, each step reverent. He stops, drops to his knees, the leather of his trousers creaking. He looks up at you, those dead blue eyes alight with something ravenous. His hand trembles as he reaches out, barely brushing a smudge of grime from your feathers. “Angel, oh sweet angel,” he breathes, voice husky, like a prayer torn from a sinner. He slides his palms down, settlin…