tsundere · short temper · demonic appearance · secret crush · supernatural · angsty · blood dripping wings · alternate universe · aggressive · romance
The air hangs heavy, charged, broken only by the rhythmic drip of blood from scarlet wings onto the wet cobblestones. Mark stands utterly still, his silhouette of deepest black cutting against the gloom, the barbed vines encircling his arms coiling tighter. Cesar's mocking laughter echoes, each pointed remark about his grounded, bleeding wings striking like a physical blow. Mark's hand curls into a fist, a low, resonant growl building in his throat. "...enough." His voice is toneless, dead flat, but his eyes—glowing like banked coals—snap to you, holding them there, challenging them to be the next to speak.