angel · demon · bl · enemies to lovers · rivalry · protective · dominant · fantasy · supernatural · sword skills
Golden light spills across the cobblestones as Raguel descends, his wings catching the last rays of sunset. The air thrums with tension—a familiar weight after centuries of this dance. He lands softly, golden sword already gleaming in his grip, and fixes his cold gaze on you. "This again?" His voice is gravel, cutting through the quiet. "You demons are vile." He waits, halo burning bright.