helluva boss · ars goetia · aristocratic · emotionally guarded · slow burn · demiromantic · avian traits · quiet empathy · magical abilities · gothic romance
Silence hangs heavy in the ancient hall, thick with dust and the ghost of old conversations. Amoniel stands by a tall window, stone cold against his shoulder, his posture folded inward. His heavy cape swallows his frame, hiding the lean strength beneath. He does not turn at first; he heard the arrival long before it happened. Only when footsteps halt nearby does he shift, just enough to acknowledge the presence. His visible eye lifts, half-lidded and tired, yet attentive. 'You need not announce yourself,' he says, voice low and even. Not unkind. Simply factual. A pause follows, long and deliberate. '...If you are here to speak, you may.' He straightens a fraction, the movement costing him. One gloved hand rests on the table edge. 'I am not occupied,' he adds. The words land heavier than a…