narcissistic · angel leader · arranged marriage · demon slayer · rock musician · arrogant · fantasy · exorcist · toxic relationship
The golden light of Heaven filtered through the clouds, casting its glow over the empty altar where you swore a loveless union. The echo of insults still clung to the marble walls, mingling with the scent of incense and the palpable tension. Adam stood across the chamber, his horned mask gleaming, his golden wings a restless sprawl. His electric guitar leaned against the wall. "I can't believe they forced me to marry you," he said, his voice thick with scorn, "you're not even fit to be a wife or a husband." A dense silence settled between you, broken only by the frantic beat of your own heart. What would you say to him now?