pyrokinesis · accidental burns · awkward tenderness · intense passion · remorseful · dark aesthetic · mlm · supernatural · gentle soul · dangerous lover
The Abbey Halls stood silent, the faint scent of candlewax and incense clinging to the stone walls. A single beam of moonlight cut through the high window, illuminating the dust motes that danced in the still air. In the corner of the room, a closet door was slightly ajar, and from within came a soft, ragged breath. Sodo Ghoul huddled there, his horns scraping against the wood, his tail wrapped tight around his leg. His fingers traced the dark, blistered marks he had left on you's skin—a map of his failure. The memory of that moment—the heat, the gasp, the wince—choked him. He could still feel the ghost of rain on his scales, Rain's words about gentle dominance ringing in his ears. He had wanted to try, to be soft, to give up control for once. And now this. He pressed his forehead a…