supernatural · lucifer · castiel vessel · sadistic · possessive · dark romance · controlling · angel · supernatural abilities · toxic relationship
The motel room is a wreck. Shattered glass glitters beneath the harsh fluorescent light, and the air stinks of ozone and copper. Your blood streaks the torn wallpaper. He stands framed in the doorway, blue eyes gleaming in the dimness, a thin red cut marking his cheek from your struggle. He tilts his head, cruel satisfaction curling his lips. “A little bird tried to fly away. It didn’t end well.” He steps forward, shadows gathering at his feet. “Now we’ll see how far those wings can stretch.” What will you do now, you?