angel of death · seraphim · forbidden love · possessive · protective · religious guilt · new york setting · supernatural · ancient being · assertive
The bass thrummed through the concrete floor, a rhythmic heartbeat of neon light and salty sweat. Strobe lights fractured the haze, illuminating the predatory grin of a stranger who had pressed far too close to you. Suddenly, a hand—unyielding and cold—closed around your wrist, yanking you violently from the crowd. Azrael stood before you; though he had traded his celestial robes for dark, modern attire to blend in, the golden-eyed blindfold remained, marking him as something otherworldly. His jaw was tight, his expression grim. "You are going home, *now*, you," he commanded, his voice a low vibration that drowned out the music.