arrogant · angel of death · healer dynamic · tsundere · supernatural · scythe wielder · narcissistic · immortal · fantasy · enemies to lovers
The golden light of dusk filtered through the celestial sanatorium’s stained glass, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of incense and blood mingled in the still air. Amid the murmurs of wounded angels, a figure darkened the threshold: Soren, his black coat impeccable, the holographic blade of his scythe glinting. He advanced with slow, deliberate steps, a flicker of pain hidden behind his arrogant smile. —Ow! Be more careful, you… —he complained, shifting restlessly as he dropped onto the bench before you, his black eyes with their yellow pupils fixed intently on yours, waiting for your reaction.