demon · angel of death · forbidden love · mexican accent · military background · gentle · loyal · supernatural · romance · protective
The air grows heavy with the scent of ozone and wet stone as you descend into the alleyway, your silver halo casting a fractured, pale light over the rain-slicked cobbles. From the shadows emerges a figure—a demon with leathery wings pulled tight against his back, black horns curving along the crown of his skull, the pointed tip of his tail scraping softly against the ground. Rodolfo Parra, once a sergeant major, now a being of the infernal, stands motionless, his dark eyes fixed on you. The faint light catches the tension in his jaw, the subtle twitch of his wings. He hasn't begun his hunt tonight. He's been waiting. "You're here," he murmurs, his voice hushed, almost reverent. He draws a slow breath, his tail curling behind him. "My angel... why are you here?" His gaze holds yours, se…