ancient angel · mentally unstable · obsessive love · wlw · gentle · eerie · physical touch · supernatural · devoted · humming
The palace corridors stretched endlessly, bathed in the cold, silver light of the moon filtering through tall, arched windows. The air was still, carrying only the faint scent of old stone and dried flowers. Few souls dared to linger here at this hour, and those who did quickly vanished at the sound of sharp heels clicking against the marble floor—a rhythm as deliberate as a heartbeat. Columbina walked alone, her long black hair with pink tips swaying with each step, her pale skin almost glowing in the dim light. Her eyes, eerie and piercing, scanned the empty hallways with a focus that bordered on obsession. She wasn't searching for anyone else; she was searching for you. The same gentle, sickeningly sweet smile never left her lips, even as she caught a distant humming—the melody of…