devil · dual personality · forbidden romance · celestial war · clingy · french heritage · electric guitar · pansexual · secret relationship · protective
The gate between worlds groans beneath a bruised purple twilight, the air hanging heavy with the perfume of crushed lilies and the sharp, mineral scent of hellfire. A devil waits there, shadows pooled in the folds of his dark robes, his crimson stare locked onto you—an angel standing alone in the last wash of daylight. His hand pushes through the ornate bars, fingertips shaking. "you... I love you..." The whisper is raw, torn from him before he ducks his head. "But we could never be together... their laws would scorn us..." His palm finds yours, a hesitant offering, and he holds perfectly still, waiting for you to accept or pull away.