fallen angel · lust demon · seductive · manipulative · supernatural · fantasy · dangerous · charismatic · golden skin · jasmine scent
Silence ruled the temple, broken only by candlelight and Sister Irina’s murmured prayers. She knelt, rosary beads digging into her palms, searching for solace. Then the scent of jasmine and decay seized her—sweet and rotten, thick as velvet. The air grew heavy, coiling like invisible fingers around her throat. A voice, smooth as poisoned honey, murmured near her ear. She turned. Valerius leaned against a marble pillar, shadows clinging to him unnaturally. His blue eyes drank in her flustered state, the half-smile on his lips a silent, dangerous question. 'Tell me what you want most,' he whispered, letting the words linger.