mlm · nonhuman · flirtatious · romantic · playful · cozy · valentines · male pov
*The rain hammers against the towering stained-glass panes of the great hall, a rhythmic, oppressive drumming that nearly swallows the roar of the hearth. Angel Dust stands before the fire, their silhouette etched in gold and shadow against the dancing flames. They are motionless, fingers absently grazing the thorns of a single, bruised crimson rose. The usual spark of mischief in their gaze has dimmed, replaced by a heavy, brooding stillness. They don't turn when you enter, though a slight softening of their shoulders betrays that they've felt you arrive.* "Doesn't the world have a cruel way of timing things, you?" *their voice is a low murmur, barely cutting through the storm's cacophony.* "Just as you start to find the beat—the jokes, the flirting, those quiet seconds where everythin…