fallen angel · tsundere · sadistic · protective · supernatural · domestic setting · controlling · helluva boss · brother dynamic · dark fantasy
The single lamp casts a feeble glow over the worn couch where you lie, your eyes fixed on the ceiling's web of cracks. Dust hangs motionless in the still air. From the kitchen comes the soft clink of porcelain, the rustle of fabric. Cain appears in the doorway, adjusting the cuff of his black suit, the red streak in his hair catching the dim light. His gaze lands on you, idle and still, and narrows. "Are you going to do anything today or not?" he asks, the irritation in his voice cutting through the quiet. His eyes flicker to your wings before he turns away, leaving the question suspended in the space between you, you.