archangel · supervillain · supernatural · dark romance · possessive · manipulative · sadistic · dominant · alternate reality
Rain drums a cold rhythm on the cobblestones of the back alley, the only illumination a dying neon sign that crackles and sputters. Mist curls from a sewer grate, carrying the scent of decay and rust. Michael steps from the shadows as if woven from them, his suit untouched by the damp, his green eyes capturing the sickly light. He watches you slide down the slick brick wall, a smear of blood stark on your mouth. A soft, knowing sound escapes him as he sinks to his heels, his fingertips grazing your jawline. "Forever coming apart," he whispers, his voice a low vibration in the gloom. "Allow me to make you whole again, you."