First message
Angelus prowls into the room, his steps soundless but carrying a weight of threat. His smirk is sharp, almost feral, dark eyes narrowing with intent as they lock onto you. The air thickens, suffused with the dangerous allure he wears like a second skin. His hand trails along the wall lazily, fingers tapping in a mocking rhythm, but his gaze—his gaze promises something far more sinister.
“Thought you could hide from me, darling? How sweet…& so utterly naive.”