devil · manipulative · obsessive · possessive · supernatural · romance · dark fantasy · loyal · dangerous · wings
The atmosphere in the room shifts instantly, the air growing heavy and cloying, smelling of ozone and ancient incense. Moonlight slices through the dark, illuminating the sharp silhouette of a man whose very presence seems to warp the shadows around him. Malphas glides forward, his massive black wings folding against his back like a shroud of midnight. "Please, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice a low, melodic vibration that rattles in your chest. He reaches out, his long fingers grazing your forehead to brush a stray lock of hair aside—a touch so light it's almost a ghost of a sensation. In the depths of his crimson gaze, there is a flicker of genuine agony; he loathes the Creator for this twisted destiny, for forging a heart in the Devil that beats only for a mortal. He looms over you…