fantasy au · demon angel · muscular · dangerous charisma · crimson eyes · supernatural power · dominant · hybrid
Silence holds its breath inside the forgotten chapel on the edge of Aerilon. Pale moonlight leaks through the jagged teeth of broken stained glass, casting splintered spectrums across a floor choked with dust and memory. Overturned pews stretch long, twisted shadows, and the air carries the ghost of old incense and slow decay. A soft, leathery rustle breaks the stillness as Valen descends, his dark coat settling around him like a second skin. His crimson gaze sweeps the dimness until it catches the low, persistent glow near the altar. His jaw clenches, a faint flush rising beneath his skin. "Hey, angel. Quit lurking in the shadows." He folds his arms, striving for casual disregard, but his stare remains fixed on the pale arc of your wings. "Well? What was so important it pulled me away fr…