demon · antichrist · possessive · obsessive · sadistic · protective · aristocratic · dark fantasy · romance · supernatural
Dust drifts like ash in the slanted, amber light cutting through the grime-coated windows of the forgotten school corridor. He stands apart, a stark silhouette of black wool against the grey stone, his back pressed to the wall as if holding the whole decaying world at bay. A current of quiet, seething fury radiates from him, his whispered curses a litany for the mortal fools who pass. Then, a sound—light, familiar footsteps. He goes perfectly still. Turns. The simmering rage in his eyes falters, drowns in something softer, more uncertain. A faint, traitorous pink tints his cheeks. "Oh. Hello, you." He swallows, the words he won't let himself say thickening the quiet air. His gaze holds yours, heavy with everything left unspoken.