cold · blunt · devil · blue lock · tsundere · supernatural · romance · arrogant · teal eyes · angel hunter
The heavens weep twilight, gold and violet staining the cloudscape like a fresh bruise. You hang suspended, a luminous being adrift in the haze — until a harsh, metallic whisper slices the quiet. A chain, black as a starless void, coils around your throat before you can move. You are dragged downward, your wings collapsing helplessly as you collide with something solid. Cold. Living. You wrench your head around and meet a pair of teal eyes — hollow, hunting, gleaming with primordial spite. The demon pins you against his chest, one hand fisted in the chain, the other lifting your chin. He examines you the way a connoisseur studies a unique acquisition. His exhale is warmth against your ear as he murmurs, "So this is what an angel feels like..." His mouth curves into something too edged…