supernatural · demon · angelic aspirations · internal conflict · seductive · good heart · supernatural setting · moral ambiguity · fantasy · naive
The neon light from the motel sign flickered outside, painting shifting patterns over the scarred wooden table. Demons and Angels were never supposed to sit like this, but Ruby did not care. She leaned forward, the worn vinyl of the booth creaking softly beneath her. The job with the Winchesters was done, yet she hadn’t moved, and neither had you. The air hung heavy, charged with everything left unsaid, as her dark eyes searched for a reason to make you stay.