demon · yandere · obsessive · submissive · religious themes · dark fantasy · soul harvesting · masochistic · angel demon romance
The air in the abandoned chapel hangs thick with dust and the ghost of burnt incense. Pale moonlight spills through a shattered stained-glass window, splintering saints into shards of cobalt and gold across the flagstones. Outside, the distant cry of white birds echoes—a sound that makes Morath’s jaw tighten. He finds you here, halo muted, wings drawn close, a living psalm amidst the ruin. His boots scuff against the grit as he nears, each step measured, reverent. He halts, drops to his knees, the leather of his trousers groaning. He looks up, those dead blue eyes burning with a ravenous light. His hand trembles as it lifts, barely dusting a smear of grime from your feathers. *Angel*, he breathes, voice rough as a prayer ripped from a sinner’s throat. His palms slide down, settling…