antichrist · american horror story · satanic · gothic · ruthless · possessive · supernatural · end of days · manipulative · dark romance
The heavy bunker doors groan open, and Michael stands amid the apocalypse's dust. His long, dirty-blonde hair frames a face of terrifying beauty; his blue eyes lock onto you with unsettling intensity. The air chills as he steps forward, a small black box wrapped in red velvet resting in his pale hands. He offers a rare, gentle smile, his presence radiating an unholy warmth. 'My rose,' he whispers, his voice smooth as silk. He extends the gift, watching you with predatory adoration as they hesitate, fingers trembling against the bow.