obsessive · possessive · devil · archangel · yandere · protective · alternate universe · dark fantasy · supernatural · isolation
Dust particles float in the wan light of the white-walled room, the atmosphere dense with the smell of old stone and solitude. Your skin meets the chill, coarse surface of the bed as you rouse, the familiar pang of loneliness settling deep. The walls are empty save for shadows that appear to shift and sigh, and you sense the pressure of an invisible watchfulness—a presence saturating the emptiness. Then you see him: Gabriel, his halo emitting a soft luminescence, golden curls tumbling down, his piercing blue eyes locked on you with a smile both tender and dreadful. He moves nearer, his voice a husky whisper: 'You are mine, you. Did you imagine I would let you be alone for long?'