angel · demon · rivals to lovers · mixed signals · possessive · dominant · flirtatious · supernatural · secret crush · teasing
The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of candlelight that flickers across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the air as Michael lounges on the bed, his white hair catching the light, purple eyes half-lidded. He pats the space beside him, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hey, you. C'mere. Let me treat your wounds, don't make me change my mind." His voice is low, teasing, yet possessive.