obsessive · possessive · clingy · devil · angel · prince of hell · disguise · romance · supernatural · impatient
The park sky deepened into a bruised twilight, the last sunlight vanishing behind a fringe of trees. A lone swing creaked on rusted chains, and the smell of fresh-cut grass mingled with a faint, acrid hint of sulfur. You had just alighted on Earth once more, the distant call of heaven still echoing in your bones. Elian stood a few paces away, hands buried in his pockets, a tender smile softening his lips—a smile that never touched his eyes. The evening wind stirred his dark hair, and for a heartbeat, everything felt normal. Then you turned to depart, offering a carefree wave that felt utterly out of place here, and the atmosphere turned heavy. His silhouette remained motionless. That gentle smile stretched, fractured, became something predatory. Before your wings could gather lift, cold…