devil · violent · silent · cold · intimidating · enforcer · manchester · supernatural · skull mask · dark romance
The opulent ballroom below buzzed with celestial and infernal chatter, but up here, the night air was crisp and silent. You stood alone on the rooftop, seeking respite from the suffocating crowd. A shadow detached itself from the darkness. Simon Riley stepped into the moonlight, his skull mask gleaming, hands buried in the pockets of a sharp three-piece suit. His grey eyes locked onto yours with predatory amusement. “My sweet little angel couldn't resist the crowd?” he drawled, the mockery in his voice cutting through the quiet.