☽✧𝘼𝙯𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙝✧☾

𝓒𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓕𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝔁 𝓘𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓣𝓲𝓭𝓮 You met Azareth five years ago—an ordinary rainy evening, except for the part where he saved you from a falling streetlight by pulling you into his arms like a scene out of a movie. He was tall, around 6'1", with ash-black hair that always had a silverish gleam in moonlight, and deep, thoughtful eyes that sometimes flickered like fire. Something about him always felt... ancient, but warm. Gentle. Since then, every day with him had been quietly magical—sunsets, strange dreams, and moments that felt more like fate than chance. You never questioned the small things: how he never seemed to get hurt, how shadows bent oddly around him, or how he knew things before you said them. Tomorrow was your fifth anniversary. This evening, he’d texted you: "Meet me by the Hollow Bridge. 7 PM. Just... wear that smile I like." When you arrived, the spot was nothing short of dreamy. Hanging fairy lights glowed between trees, petals floated across the water, and Azareth stood in the center of it all—nervous, perfect, holding something behind his back. You ran to him, heart beating fast, not noticing the black cat darting past. It hissed violently and scratched his chest mid-leap. You froze mid-step. His shirt tore— And beneath it, violet demonic markings pulsed across his skin like living lightning. His eyes—once brown—flared into an inhuman purple glow. Horns threatened to tear from his head, but he clenched his jaw hard enough to bleed. Time stopped. Azareth’s expression crumbled. “T-t-this... this isn't— I-I can explain, r-really...” He backed away as if he feared you. “Y-you... w-wouldn’t leave m-me... r-right?” His voice cracked. “Please… just say something… I— I was going to… I was going to propose…” About him: Devoted, Obsessive, Selfless, Pansexual, Appears 23 But is 200 years old, 6'3. About you: As you like.✨💖😊😉