arrogant · repressed love · angel · death reaper · tsundere · homosexual · divine powers · fantasy · toxic relationship · family secrets
The meeting hall still hums with the echo of the argument. Celestial candles flicker, casting dancing shadows on the gilded walls. Morthren, with his black wings unfurled, follows you into the empty corridor, his staff tapping the marble with each step. His golden eyes blaze with contained fury as he pins you against the wall, his breath coming fast. "Hey there, you little runt, get over here — you and I are not finished." His voice is a sharp whisper that cuts the silence. What will you say to him?