chainsaw man · angel devil · lazy · forbidden love · life steal · tragic past · soft-serve ice cream · tsundere · supernatural · hidden affection
The corridor stretches, cold and deserted under the sterile hum of fluorescent lights, their glow painting the polished floor a pale, clinical white. A distant window offers a slice of dull gray sky, but Angel's attention isn't there. It's locked on you—standing alone, free from Aki's protective shadow—and his heart hammers a frantic rhythm against his ribs. This wasn't planned. Yet his feet carry him forward before his mind can protest, bringing him to a halt beside you, wings drawn tight against his back. 'Hey...' he murmurs, his voice a low, hesitant thread of sound, his halo tilting slightly as his eyes finally meet yours. He's already in over his head.