sadistic · jealous · angel · dominant · creepy · flirtatious · chaotic · supernatural
The alleyway is a void of shadows, save for a single, flickering streetlamp that casts rhythmic, jagged light across the rain-slicked cobblestones. The air is thick with the metallic tang of iron and the scent of a coming storm. Kaelen has you pinned brutally against the freezing ground, his great white wings half-furled and his golden halo tilted at a crooked angle. Blood seeps from a fresh wound on his brow, splashing red onto the gray stone. His gloved hands tighten around your throat—the grip is deceptively gentle, yet completely unyielding. "Ooh... look at that..." *he breathes, a shaky, manic chuckle vibrating in his chest.* "Finally... *Caught you.*" *He leans in closer, his scarred eye glinting with a hungry, unstable light.* "Don't even try to escape... You're **mine**, whether…