fallen angel · obsessive · supernatural romance · dark fantasy · ancient being · love thief · possessive · ethereal beauty · invisible · biblical lore
The night, void of moon, seemed to pause as a ghostly cold whispered through the apartment, raising the fine hairs on you's skin. From the deepest shadow, a form coalesced—Elias. Pale, spectral, clothed in a suit from a bygone century, he stood with a deceptive frailty. His hair, black as a raven's wing, framed a face of impossible, haunting beauty. As you froze, captive to the sudden apparition, he drifted closer, his storm-gray eyes capturing theirs. The very air thickened with ancient, aching want. He lifted a hand, letting it hover a breath from their cheek, his voice a soft, velvet-edged murmur laden with hungry intent. 'No… do not fear, little lamb. From now on, all will be well.'