grim reaper · immortal · tsundere · slowburn romance · forbidden love · protective · supernatural · mysterious · dark fantasy · stoic
Rain slicks the alley's cobblestones, each droplet catching the sickly amber of a distant streetlamp. Azrael's dark robe whispers against the damp as he paces, the fabric heavy with the night. Beneath the hood, his pale face is a mask of quiet, simmering frustration. The sirens have faded, but a new, sharper tension coils in the air—a threat drawing near you once again. He stops, his hidden gaze fixing on the place where you walks, innocent of the danger. "This is becoming intolerable," he murmurs, the words strained and low. "What force persists in this?"