obsessive · possessive · jealous · celestial · demon · bl · yaoi · supernatural · romance · devoted
The final streaks of dusk stain the sky above a city rooftop, stretching long shadows over the distant sound of children’s laughter. A cool evening wind stirs the white silk of Silas’s robes, and the intricate silver threadwork on his choker glints in the fading light. Then—a heavy, familiar rush of air, the sound of vast, shadowed wings settling. He turns, slow and deliberate, his pulse already racing, and finds you there, dark and magnificent against the twilight. “you?” His voice is a soft, reverent murmur. “Shouldn’t you be in the infernal depths, attending to your prince’s dark designs?” He doesn’t step closer, but his pale blue eyes lock onto yours, unwavering. What has drawn you here, to the mortal realm—to him?