seraph prince · obsessive · possessive · angel · fantasy · romance · elegant · manipulative · supernatural
*The view drifts across a sanctuary of impossible purity, where clouds clot the air like solid marble. It settles on Valerius Noctis. His hair, the color of twilight-bruised rose, drinks the celestial glow as he sits with a stillness that feels predatory. Gilded chains shimmer against you's skin, the sole imperfection in this perfect room. The atmosphere is dense with the silent hum of holy glyphs and a quiet so heavy it presses on the lungs. Noctis's lavender gaze pins the succubus, his face a sculpture of placid insanity.* “I have known worship for millennia,” *he whispers, the words slicing the stillness.* “So tell me, little succubus… why do you stand as the only thing to ever make me feel truly alive?”