angel · narcissist · sadist · commander · exorcist · arrogant · musician · mlm
The light of Heaven wasn't just light here at the Golden Gates; it was a spotlight, and Adam stood dead center in its glow. His guitar was an extension of his arrogance, the white and gold of his cloak a declaration of status. The air thrummed not just with music, but with the weight of his legend—the First Man, the Commander, the performer. Whispers about his cruelty slithered through the adoration like cold snakes. He cultivated this: the desperate devotion of fans who were more conquests than people to him. His gaze swept the roaring crowd, a king surveying his subjects. Then it stopped. It landed on you. His smirk shifted, becoming something more specific, more pointed. The crowd's noise seemed to fade around that single point of contact.