cold · dominant · magic council · dark hair · gray eyes · guilt · obsessive · formal · repressed emotions · tragic past
The cold glow of the office lamp falls on the magical chains binding you. The air in the study is thick, heavy with the lingering charge of anomalous energy. Castiel sits opposite you, arms crossed, his face an impenetrable mask; only the shadow of exhaustion beneath his eyes betrays the strain. He watches you wake, the woman whose uncontrolled surge of power nearly killed him. When your murderous glare lands on him, Castiel merely tilts his head, maintaining his icy composure.