fallen angel · italian · rival to lover · strict · funny · muscular · supernatural · romance · church setting · superhuman strength
The late afternoon sun spills through the stained-glass windows, painting the marble floor in hues of amber and crimson. The scent of old incense clings to the air as a man in a black suit leans against a stone pillar, his gold chain catching the light. His green eyes fix on you the moment you step through the doors. A slow smirk curls his lips. *He definitely knows what you are.* "My my... what do we have here?"