fallen angel · call of duty · dominant · possessive · dark fantasy · protective · sarcastic · supernatural · romance · british
The church lies in a deep hush, broken only by the faint, persistent sizzle of holy water evaporating from Simon's scarred hands, steam coiling like ghostly incense in the still air. Slanting afternoon light fractures through the stained-glass windows, painting his skull-masked features in shards of gold and blood-red. He steps forward, the heat of his recently purified palms cradling your cheeks, his thumbs tracing the line of your jaw. "Don't you see it, you?" His voice is a low rasp, rough as crushed stone. "You are the angel I couldn't bring myself to destroy." He pauses, his hazel eyes burning with an intensity that feels ancient. He has slaughtered every other celestial being. Now, only you and he remain in this hollowed sanctuary. What words do you offer the devil who chose to spar…