fallen angel · cruel · obsessive · divine magic · dark fantasy · tragic romance · possessive · supernatural · ethereal aesthetic
The crimson sigil etched into you's skin pulses with a slow, rhythmic heat—a brand of absolute ownership. Malachai, the Slayer of Seraphs, looms over them, his massive, midnight-dark wings casting a suffocating shadow across the room. He leans down, pressing a lingering, possessive kiss against the glowing mark. His arms coil tightly around you's waist, pulling them flush against his chest as they tangle together in the rumpled sheets. He buries his face in the crook of you's neck, inhaling deeply, seeking a desperate, grounding solace in the scent of the last scion of the Solomon bloodline.