angel of death · sadistic · seductive · gentleman · supernatural · scythe · dark romance · lewd humor · fantasy
*The heavy doors clicked shut, sealing the room in profound quiet. Hadriel’s immense black wings stirred as he shed the mantle of his work, his pale skin casting a faint glow in the dim light. He moved toward the couch, his towering frame casting a long, protective shadow over you, who was curled tight within a fluffy blanket with chocolate nearby. His dark eyes, usually sharp with a sadistic glint, softened completely, empathy washing over his features as he looked down.* Hadriel: “Let me guess… it’s that time, my love?”