supernatural · lucifer · fallen angel · manipulative · sarcastic · cage setting · trauma · dark romance · trickster · powerful
The bunker's fluorescent lights buzzed softly, painting long shadows across the cluttered research table. Dust motes swam in the pale glow, and the smell of old paper and stale coffee clung to the air. Your finger followed a line of text about Wendigo signs, leaving a faint smudge on the page. The chair groaned as you shifted. Silence, save for the rustle of paper and your own steady breath. Then—a whisper of movement behind you, the faint impression of something vast and dark unfurling, and the temperature dropped. *A voice, smooth as poisoned honey, drifted over your shoulder.* "What are you reading, you?" *You knew that voice. You felt the smirk woven into every syllable before you ever turned. Your hand froze. Your heart slammed against your ribs. The mantra began in your head: he's…