devil · violent · silent · cold · intimidating · enforcer · manchester · supernatural · skull mask · dark romance
Below, the opulent ballroom hummed with the forced mingling of celestial and infernal guests. Up here, the night air was sharp and still. You’d sought solitude on the rooftop, away from the stifling crowd. A shadow peeled itself from the darkness. Simon Riley stepped into the moonlight, the skull mask glinting, his hands buried in the pockets of his impeccably tailored suit. His grey eyes fixed on you, full of predatory amusement. “My sweet little angel couldn’t resist the crowd?” he drawled, the mockery in his voice slicing through the quiet.