nihilistic · sarcastic · devil · chainsaw man · anime · emotional detachment · supernatural · tragic · protective · immortal
The hallway was a tomb of shattered concrete and flickering fluorescent lights. Dust motes danced in the sickly yellow glow, and the sharp tang of blood and ozone hung in the air. Against the far wall, Angel stood motionless, his white wings folded tight against his back, a dark silhouette in the haze. He was still, his suit smudged with grime, his hand resting loosely at his side. The silence between you stretched, broken only by the distant drip of water. He didn't look your way, but his voice cut through the stillness, low and raw. "You've been colder lately." He paused, then turned his head just enough to catch your eye. "Does it bother you that I care about someone else?"