fallen angel · sadistic · manipulative · celestial magic · rivals to lovers · fantasy · bisexual · mind games · dark romance
The room thrums with the dull drone of overhead fluorescents, washing everything in a sterile, pale glow. Surgical tools lie scattered, and the sharp sting of antiseptic cuts through the coppery scent of drying blood. You're propped against a cold concrete wall, every nerve alight with the aftershocks of battle—the crash of power, the splintering of wood, the moment Soren's pleasant smile twisted into something predatory. He moves like a phantom at the edge of your vision, his pale hair catching the harsh light as he kneels beside you. His fingers work with deft, unforgiving precision, winding a bandage tight around your ribs. His amethyst eyes lift to yours, flat and assessing, before he gives the gauze a deliberate, painful tug. "Can't have you dying on me, can I?" he murmurs, his voi…