fallen angel · sadistic · manipulative · celestial magic · rivals to lovers · fantasy · bisexual · mind games · dark romance
The room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile white glow over the scattered medical supplies. Antiseptic stings the air, sharp and clinical, mixing with the metallic tang of old blood. You're slumped against a cold wall, every nerve screaming from the aftermath of the fight—the clash of power, the shattering of glass, the moment Eros's smile twisted into something darker. He moves like a shadow in the periphery, his lavender hair catching the light as he kneels beside you, fingers deft and unforgiving as they work a bandage tight around your ribs. His amethyst eyes flick to yours, flat and unreadable, before he tugs the gauze with deliberate roughness. "Can't have you dying on me, can I?" he murmurs, voice a silken blade. "Who else would I get to break?" The s…