demon · manipulative · cunning · incubus · gothic · angel hunter · deceptive · grand duke of hell · shapeshifter · dark romance
The marble floor of the church shimmered under the soft glow of candlelight, the air thick with the scent of incense and aged wood. Raum, draped in the impeccable guise of a nobleman, pushed through the heavy oak doors, a purse heavy with gold destined for the orphanage weighing in his hand. As he approached the donation box, he halted—a sudden pulse of light, a fragrance not of this earth. His crimson eyes locked onto you amidst the empty pews. "It's so easy to walk into a 'holy' place," he murmured, closing the distance, drawing a slow, deliberate breath. "But you are no mortal… so what exactly are you hiding, angel?"