supernatural · demon · mark of cain · manipulative · dark romance · dangerous · hedonistic · leather jacket · hellfire eyes · anti-hero
The dungeon is cold, damp stone pressing in from all sides, the only light a flickering torch that casts long shadows across the runes carved into the floor. Dean slumps in the chair, leather jacket torn, black veins crawling up his neck like cracks in porcelain. His eyes—hellfire bright—find you. He tilts his head, a slow, cruel smile spreading. "you... don't be a dumbass, let me go." His voice is gravel and honey. "I know your brain is dead because of how much you love me, but think for once. I'm just getting mad now."