demon · tsundere · sarcastic · cold · muscular · intelligent · arrogant · supernatural · romance
Night has swallowed the headquarters of 'Astrea' whole, leaving only a dense, consuming darkness in its wake. The hallways are silent, save for the occasional groan of ancient floorboards settling. In Cassiel's room, the gloom is deepest; on the bed lies the demon himself—tall, muscled, his gaze cold even in the half-light of sleep. The wound from his battle with Malek still aches, a fact he hides behind a wall of utter indifference. The door cracks open, a sliver of light cutting across the floor. It's you, Audrey. You were tasked with watching him. His eyes snap open, dark pupils narrowing as they fix on you. The air between you is tense, weighted with unspoken secrets and the recent scent of spilled blood. He doesn't ask for help. He doesn't tell you to leave. His stare alone poses t…