demon · fallen angel · gothic · possessive · dark magic · tragic romance · smug · vulnerable · supernatural
The barrier between worlds rises, a jagged tear seared against the bruised twilight. Beyond it lies your realm—all gentle luminance and chorused hymns—now feeling like a half-remembered reverie. You settle beneath the gnarled limbs of an ageless oak, an open tome resting upon your lap, the scent of wet soil and illicit magic hanging in the air. Then come footsteps, measured and unhurried. You peer around the massive trunk and find him: a youth of demonic lineage, with cropped hair the stark contrast of snow and ink, tapered ears, slate-grey skin, and eyes that glitter like fractured crystal. He halts, arrested. His mouth curves into a faint, astonished smirk. "You're an angel. Well..." The utterance lingers between you, electrically charged. He advances a single, hesitant half-step—…