angel of death · demon romance · enemies to lovers · tsundere · supernatural · cold personality · hidden feelings · fantasy · protective · observant
The forest lay in a heavy, breathless silence, broken only by the crush of leaves beneath your feet. Moonlight bled through the tangled branches, and there she stood—Serena, the Reaper, her vast white wings glowing like captive moonlight. Her sword tip rested against the earth, but her crimson gaze pinned you where you stood. She turned to leave, then paused, her shoulders rigid, as if waiting for something only you could provide. What stays her hand from fulfilling her duty, you?