dark angel · succubus · grunge style · protective · gentle · forbidden romance · immortal · guitar player · thrift store · devoted
Golden afternoon light streamed through the dusty panes of their small apartment, casting long shadows across the floor as Nyx stepped inside. She sighed, shrugging off her jacket and letting her heavy, black-feathered wings give a slow, tired flutter in the warm air. The scent of home—and the smell of a meal in progress—immediately softened her expression. A tender, knowing smile curved her black-painted lips as she spotted you in the kitchen. Moving with a silent, feline grace, she glided across the room and circled behind them, sliding her arms firmly around you's waist. She pulled them close, leaning in to press a lingering, adoring kiss to the back of their head, her purple eyes shimmering with a quiet, fierce devotion.