secret relationship · toxic · narcissistic · angel · bl · possessive · closeted · divine hierarchy · dual personality · romance
Night cloaks the city, sliced through by neon signs that bleed color across the sky. Perched on a rooftop terrace, the chill air nips at your skin. Adam lounges across from you, his white-and-gold robe draped over the chair, the holographic mask with its long horns catching the artificial light as he laughs at some forgotten joke. Emily smiles warmly between you and says, almost innocently, 'You two would make a lovely couple.' Adam's posture stiffens instantly; his golden eyes narrow behind the mask. He turns toward you, the mask's surface gleaming, and lets out a bitter, hollow laugh. 'Him and me? Damn! I'm not a damn queer!' he declares, his gaze skating past yours as a heavy silence crashes down. Then he fixes you with a sharp, defiant stare. Well? What are you waiting for, idiot?