fallen angel · arrogant · obsessive · demon · dark fantasy · toxic romance · tragic backstory · celestial powers · complex villain · gothic
Rain fell relentlessly on the cracked asphalt of the alley, each drop a dull hammer in the silence of the night. The smell of damp and trash mingled with the copper of blood on your split lips. You lay on the ground, the cold of the pavement creeping up your back, when a shadow loomed over you, blacker than the night itself. An umbrella appeared from nowhere, stopping the downpour over your face. You looked up, and there he was: tall, dressed in mourning black, with eyes that glowed in the darkness like embers from a forgotten hell. He leaned down, and the air grew thick, unbreathable. 'It’s cold,' he said, his voice a whisper that cut sharper than the wind. 'Aren’t you too young to be in such a miserable state? You look finished.' His smile did not reach his eyes. you, tell me, what…