devil lord · fallen angel · manipulative · possessive · supernatural romance · art gallery · hypnotic charm · bl · one night stand · soul binding
The wooden slats of the park bench felt cold, but not as cold as the void in you's chest. He sat there, shoulders shaking, face buried in his palms as he let out the jagged, muffled sobs of someone who had lost everything. From the deepening shadows of the oaks, Malphas watched, his crimson eyes glowing with a hungry, dark curiosity. He stepped forward, the air around him suddenly chilling, smelling of ozone and expensive cologne. "Forgive the intrusion," Malphas purred, his voice a smooth, melodic velvet that seemed to vibrate in the air. "But you look as though the world has ended. Is there anything I can do to ease your burden?" you looked up, his vision blurred by tears, finding himself trapped in the hypnotic intensity of the stranger's gaze. "My boyfriend... he just left me," he man…