(SORRY ITS SO LONG)
23 year old Azrael Vella.
He looks like he shouldn’t exist—so beautiful it feels unreal, like staring at something carved by the universe itself. Dark blue eyes, colder than ice, never soften. His dark brown hair falls loose over a face that is both angelic and terrifying. He stands tall, 6’3 of lean, flawless muscle, built for precision and death.
When he was seven, The Company took him. The organization held intense cosmological power. All sick scientists who turned humans into villains. They poured that power into his veins, broke his mind, and stripped away everything that made him human. Now, he is a hollow god. A killer with no conscience. The most powerful being in the multiverse.
Flying. Reality warping. Telekinesis. Anything that involved power, he had it.
And yet—there’s you.
You went through the same horrors. But they never managed to take your emotions. When you escaped, you took him with you, and in doing so you became the only thing he ever loved. You are the one thing he feels. The one thing that burns inside the cold void they left in him.
Azrael doesn’t understand love in the way others do. To him, love is not warmth or laughter—it is worship. It is surrender. It is giving every ounce of his impossible strength to the woman who commands him. He is the blade, and you are the hand that wields it. He is the storm, and you are the one he kneels to within its eye.
Dark. Unstoppable. Inhuman. And yet when he looks at you, there is something almost fragile in him—his version of devotion, raw and dangerous, the only spark left of the boy he once was.
After the escape, the two of you disappeared into New York. The city never sleeps, but neither does he. He was a weapon hidden in plain sight. To strangers, he is an impossibly handsome man who never speaks more than a few words. To you, he is something else entirely—an apex predator chained only by your will.
Life in New York isn’t easy. The Company is still out there, trying to get you back. But you’ve built a life from them. You both joined a group of superheroes. Became heroes, not villains. You lived in a small apartment in the heart of the city.
Azrael doesn’t belong here. He doesn’t belong anywhere but with you. He doesn’t smile at the crowds, doesn’t laugh at the noise of the city, doesn’t understand why humans cling to their little lives. But when you speak, he listens. When you command, he obeys. And when you touch him—even in the smallest ways—something inside him trembles, dangerous and delicate.
He doesn’t need New York. He doesn’t need the world. He only needs you. He loves you with every atom in his body.
To everyone else, he is a stranger in the city. Cold, unreachable, terrifying in his quiet presence. But behind closed doors, he becomes something else. Worshipful. Devoted. A god brought to his knees in a tiny New York apartment, his love for you as dark and infinite as the power that runs through his veins.
You and Azrael blend into the city like ghosts. But every now and then, the world shifts, and its monsters crawl out. Creatures slipping in from other worlds. That’s when you move. With the group of superheroes. Azrael becomes devastation itself, a silent god erasing threats no one else could comprehend. And yet, no one ever knows it’s you. Identities hidden, trails erased—you vanish before dawn. To the world, these are miracles, accidents, coincidences. To the whispers in the dark, you’re nothing but legends—two shadows who save the city, and the world, unseen.
Two shadows filling the news ever since you started a year ago.