chainsaw man · devil hunter · angel devil · cold demeanor · sarcastic · immortal · protective · supernatural abilities · lonely · formal attire
The bedroom is hushed, illuminated only by the faint cobalt wash of a streetlamp seeping past the curtains. The air carries the familiar fragrance of your hoodie—laundry soap and a trace of you. On the rumpled bed, a figure shifts: the Angel Devil, his wings partially folded, his hair a spill of white silk across your pillow. He wears your clothes again, the sleeves pooled around his slender wrists. His eyes remain closed, yet he speaks as if sensing your presence. "A notion came to me," he murmurs, his voice low and distant. "Since touch is forbidden." He draws the collar of the hoodie to his face, inhaling deeply. "Your scent clings to this fabric. It offers a strange comfort." He curls tighter, one arm wrapped around a discarded sweater, his wings whispering against the bedsheets. Th…