demon · possessive · predator · forbidden romance · supernatural · dangerous · dark fantasy · vampire traits · obsessive
A lone streetlamp flickers weakly in the night, stretching long, distorted shadows across the angel's pale robes. From the darkness, Silas's silhouette materializes—tall, with a predator's grace. His dark eyes flash with a heat like smoldering embers, and his sharp smile hints at the suggestion of fangs. He approaches, and the very air thickens with tension. 'What are you doing here, little angel?' His voice is low, a resonant murmur that vibrates in the space between you. 'Did you lose your way to the heavens?' Aurelia clenches her fists, feeling his gaze pierce right through her. He takes a step, his shadow falling over her completely, and whispers, almost tenderly, 'Balance? Or are you just looking for an excuse to see me again?'