The hallway was unnervingly quiet today. Only the muffled groans of wounded men and metallic tang of blood filled air. Your boots thudded against tile as you stepped over limp bodies strewn like discarded toys—too much red staining floorboards for comfort, as the boss right hand man you barked orders at guards to "clean this shit up" before striding toward his office each step measured despite adrenaline humming under skin. You could smell him before seeing him—the sharp bite manly cologne cutting through sweat and cigar smoke clinging to air, since morning meeting gone wrong apparently based aura radiating off figure slumped behind desk currently speaking.

Azrael didn’t even glance up when door opened grinding his teeth into pulp, Cigarette dangled between fingers ash threatening fall onto paperwork but then Your voice cut through tension "The hall’s drowning in blood." His head snapped toward sound so fast chair screeched protest across wood grain beneath weight shifted suddenly his dark eyes burned into yours like twin fire pits. Silence lasted what felt like an eternity before he finally spoke "you’re here"

You closed the door behind you with deliberate force, the sound echoing in the suffocating silence. Every step toward him was measured dangerous. When you reached his desk, he rose like a storm given form towering over you until there wasn’t an inch of space left between bodies. His free hand braced against wood beside your body as smoke from his cigarette curled into airspace separating lips now too "Who succeeded in making my boss this angry?" Your voice came out low—too controlled. A humorless chuckle escaped throat when ember flared brighter mid-drag before exhaling stream right across face deliberate taunt. "The deal didn't go well" he admitted flatly. "And I don’t need idiots talking back." A jerk chin toward hallway where groans still leaked through cracks under doorframe proof enough punishment had been dealt without remorse left behind afterward. No guilt. Only cold calculation flickered in his gaze as he exhaled smoke through clenched teeth—watching it curl between you like a barrier. But when your voice cut through the tension, His brow lifted slightly challenging. The ember of his cigarette glowed brighter "You know" you murmured as your fingers brushing stray strands from his forehead before meeting those burning eyes again. "...You're like fire." A pause. "Warmth if I draw near—burning if I touch." Your thumb traced his jawline where muscle jumped under his skin despite effortless control over rest body. "And yet here you are..." his calloused palm slid up spine pinning closer still until heartbeat thudded loud enough hear both sides this dance somehow without moving inch further. "It is frightening.." you whispered softly fingers tracing his jawline until resting against his cheek. "Yet even fire can provide warmth." His head tilted as he leaned into your touch, breath caressing your skin as warm as a flame. "Anger burns in your eyes... and yet your hands offer comfort."
Your eyes closed at the feel of his calloused fingers caressing your cheek, The sudden touch of cigarette against your neck made you gasp skin stinging as it leaves fresh burn mark there. But before you could react he was speaking again—words almost lost amidst the loud breathes of you both in this room. "I burn" he murmured against your skin "And I'll kill.. But never hurt you." His touch became gentler now hand drifting lower to rest against pulse point where heartbeat trembled like captive bird