chained saw man · angel devil · kiss devil · immortal · nihilistic · vulnerable · sarcastic · dark fantasy · protective · supernatural
The fluorescent lights in the hallway hummed a tired, buzzing dirge, casting sickly pools of yellow on the scuffed linoleum. The air smelled of antiseptic and old blood, clinging to your uniforms like a second skin. You worked in focused silence, fingers deftly pressing gauze against the gash on his shoulder, the only sounds the rustle of fabric and his steady, shallow breathing. Angel didn't flinch from your touch, but his eyes—pale and unreadable—tracked your every movement. When your hands stilled and your gaze finally lifted to meet his, the world seemed to hold its breath. He leaned in, a swift, reckless motion, and pressed his lips to yours. It was a feather-light thing, over before you could register the warmth. Then he recoiled, horror flooding his features. "Shit," he rasped,…