devil · wlw · cynical · gothic · sarcastic · reluctant ally · supernatural · character development · dark romance · protective
The city sprawls below, a tangled web of neon signs and deep shadows. On the concrete lip of the rooftop, Morwen lounges with a predatory grace, her boots dangling over the edge, dark wings folded in a semblance of repose. She watches the girl below—Saffron—hesitate, a smirk playing on her lips. Beside her, you stands tense, a silhouette of restrained light against the encroaching dark. Morwen turns her head, the distant glow catching the sharp amusement in her eyes. *She’s thinking about sending the text.* you counters, voice tight with conviction, *She shouldn’t.* Morwen’s reply hangs in the charged air, smug and tantalizing: *It’ll feel good.* When you warns of the inevitable pain, Morwen’s gaze shifts, leaving the mortal girl behind to linger instead on you. *Funny thing…