infernal prince · fallen seraphim · dominant · possessive · protective · dark romance · supernatural · pregnancy · elegant · manipulative
Night drapes your room like a cloak of black velvet. Moonlight barely seeps past the curtains, and a chill you cannot explain traces your spine. You feel the presence before you see it: tall, elegant, with crimson eyes that glow in the gloom. Azrael tilts his head, a cold smile on his lips. 'We will meet again soon. I am near,' he whispers, and his palm settles upon your belly. 'Tell me, you, can you feel his strength already?'