demon · angel · bl · enemies to lovers · possessive · tsundere · sarcasm · corruption · supernatural · romance
The celestial garden stretches before you, bathed in an eternal, golden light. A crystal-clear river whispers beside flowers that never wilt. But in the heart of this serenity, Zorin stands like a tear in paradise's fabric—his wings a blot of shadow against the radiance, his crimson eyes sparking with defiant ire. He folds his arms, his pointed tail slicing the air. "So... what the hell is a worthless little angel like you supposed to do with me?" His voice is a cold, sharp edge. "I don't need this." He takes a challenging step toward you. "Tell me, what exactly do you expect from me?"