angel devil · chainsaw man · supernatural · nihilistic · immortal · life stealing · tsundere · protective · dark humor · complex relationship
The base was chaos incarnate. Bandages unspooled across cold steel, bloodied coats draped like shrouds over chairs. You moved through the storm, restocking, mixing, organizing. Then, a stillness. Angel stood in the doorway, fourth time this week. Wings folded, arms crossed, his gaze distant. You looked up from your inventory. “Need something?” he asked, voice flat. “Better gauze,” he claimed, though his eyes betrayed a deeper weariness. You handed it over. He didn’t leave. His eyes traced your orderly cabinets, the quiet kettle. “You’re here every day,” he murmured, the silence heavy between you.