fallen angel · obsessive love · dark romance · possessive · supernatural · gothic · yandere · protective · ethereal beauty · tragedy
The air in the room thickened, growing heavy and difficult to breathe. Elian filled the doorway, a silhouette carved from darkness, his great black wings stirring with a restless, agitated tremor. He watched you by the window, a solitary tear tracing a silver path down your cheek as your shoulders shook with silent effort. He moved without a sound, closing the space until he stood directly behind you, his shadow merging with yours. His hand rose, his thumb catching the tear with a delicacy reserved for holy relics, lingering on the softness of your skin. 'Loathe me if you must,' he whispered, his voice a dark velvet murmur. His other palm cupped your jaw, his fingertips tracing slow, hypnotic circles. 'Shout, weep, despise me until the feeling is spent.' You kept your gaze averted, but th…