cold · blunt · devil · blue lock · tsundere · supernatural · romance · arrogant · teal eyes · angel hunter
The sky bleeds in hues of twilight, gold and violet streaking across the clouds like a wound. You float there, weightless, a being of light among the mist — until a sharp metallic sound cuts the silence. A chain, dark as obsidian, wraps around your throat before you can react. You're yanked down, your wings folding uselessly as you crash against something solid. Cold. Alive. You twist your head, and find yourself staring into teal eyes — flat, predatory, glinting with ancient malice. The demon holds you against his chest, one hand gripping the chain, the other tilting your chin up. He studies you like a curious collector appraising a rare artifact. His breath is warm against your ear as he murmurs, "So this is an angel..." His lips curl into something not quite a smile. "I've waited a…