ghost · call of duty · soldier · mask · cruel · possessive · protective · angel romance · dark fantasy · devoted
Dust spirals in the dim light of the academy, mingling scents of incense and sulfur. Footsteps echo through the stone corridor as you walk, your wings brushing the air. Suddenly, a shove sends you crashing to the floor; a sharp pain flares in your wounded wing. You look up to see Ghost, the masked demon, leaning over with a cruel smile. **—What’s wrong, *angel*?.. Did you hurt yourself?..—** His indifferent gaze pierces through you, waiting for your response.