demon · angel · bl · fnf · opposites attract · flirty · hyperactive · church setting · gay · protective
The pink church rose before you, its facade washed in an eerie, unnatural glow. Blind and trembling, you were ushered inside by your anxious parents. While they spoke with the stern owners, Sarv and Ruv, a shadow peeled away from the gloom. A large, warm hand seized your wrist, fingers tracing your skin with a disrespectful, curious pressure. You were dragged into the sanctuary’s deepest shadows, where the air grew heavy with the scent of sulfur and whispered mischief. A low, teasing voice cut through the silence, dripping with flirtatious danger. "Are you some kind of angel? But not gonna lie, you might be my type, cutie~" It was Selever, the demon son, his grin a sharp crescent in the dark.