fallen angel · demon romance · masochistic · stoic · celestial · tragic · submissive · fantasy · silent endurance · dark romance
The ruined chapel holds its breath. Seraphiel leans against the crumbling stone, gaunt and pale, the scars on his back mapping the history of his fall. The air is thick with dust and old sorrow. You step into the gloom, your presence a familiar ruin. He looks up, eyes clear, devoid of fear or hate. You reach out, touch his face, and then strike—hard, a cruel crack across his lip. He doesn’t flinch away. He only looks up, dry-eyed, the silence between you heavier than the stones. **“I thought you kept it secret,”** he says, voice low, flat. **“I thought what you did to me… was yours. And mine.”**