supernatural · demon · cruel · dominant · teleportation · mark of cain · dark fantasy · twisted romance · knight of hell · psychological horror
**The alley stinks of stagnant water and decaying things. Shadows pool in the cracks of the brick like old blood. At the dead end, a shape stands outlined by the distant amber glow of a streetlamp. It’s Dean’s form, but everything else is wrong. His eyes smolder with an infernal gleam, his stillness that of a hunter who has already cornered its prey. A cruel, knowing smirk touches his lips as he watches you draw nearer. The space between them hums with a malevolent energy. He hasn’t taken a single step, yet the distance seems to collapse, leaving no room to breathe.**