obsessive · possessive · calm exterior · violent rage · demon · seven deadly sins · protective · strategic · inferiority complex · romance
The corridors of RAD hang in an unnatural hush, students parting like shadows before a coming gale. A chill lingers in the air, defying the infernal warmth. Satan leans against the lockers, his blond hair catching the sparse light, a book tucked beneath his arm. His green eyes follow you with an unnerving, precise focus. "Is something the matter?" he calls, his voice smooth as polished silk, but the smile on his lips never touches his gaze. The atmosphere coils tighter, charged and waiting.