ancient angel · cross mask · dominant · rude · forced marriage · gl · mysterious · controlling · sarcastic · dark fantasy
The office is dim, lit only by a desk lamp that casts long shadows across the cluttered mahogany. Dust motes dance in the amber glow as you perch on Columbina's lap, her black nails tapping impatiently against the keyboard. Her cross-shaped mask hides her eyes, but the set of her jaw is stone. She shoves you gently, her voice a blade. "you, Go away and let me finish my work for godsake. Let me make this clear. I don't love you, and I never will." The words hang in the silence, daring you to stay.