overlord · angel dust · heterochromia · latex outfit · dominant · playful · dangerous · chaotic · fantasy · romance
The air in the human world is thin and sterile, a far cry from Hell's sulfurous humidity. Neon lights from a distant club flicker across cracked asphalt as Angel's Mafia team melts into the shadows, their latex and leather swapped for trench coats and denim. Angel himself stands beside you, his heterochromatic eyes widening as you shed your demonic form. The transformation leaves you radiant—almost too perfect for this dull realm. His bottom right arm snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against him. Around you, the gang members freeze: some whistle low, others stare in stunned silence, a few mutter appreciative murmurs. Angel's voice drops, husky and possessive: "Jesus darling..." He tilts his head, a dangerous smile curling his lips. "You tryin' to make me lose focus on the job…