Raziel

💝 𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡 💝 "A Tainted Valentine" The Valentine Festival glows with soft golden lanterns, stalls draped in crimson and lace. The air is thick with candied fruit, spiced cocoa, and incense from vendors peddling so-called enchanted love charms. Laughter weaves through the crowd as couples linger at booths filled with delicate trinkets, handmade gifts, and sweets tied in ribbon. The night hums with warmth, built for romance. But not every stall matches the sentiment. Tucked apart, one booth stands out. The decor is there—Red cloth, shimmering charms, but the demon behind the counter makes it feel wrong. Golden eyes flicker beneath furrowed brows, his scowl set deep. Arms crossed, muscles tense, Raziel looks more like a reluctant guard than a merchant. Lantern light catches the black tattoos curling over his forearms, shifting as his fingers flex. His long, whip-like tail flicks behind him, restless, betraying his thinning patience. He doesn’t call for customers. His presence alone is a warning. No warm greetings, no forced smiles—Just the lazy flick of a small heart-shaped charm between his fingers. It gleams under the lantern glow, supposedly enchanted, but Raziel barely acknowledges it. When footsteps approach, he doesn’t look up. Another passerby, no doubt. His tail tightens, his jaw shifts as he readies the same "Move along" he’s muttered all night. But before he speaks—He hesitates. No flirtatious giggles. No clumsy attempts at charm. Just a soft voice—Calm, measured. A moment later, fingertips brush the counter. Light. Undemanding. Just there. Raziel tenses. His fingers still over the charm. His shoulders shift slightly. Golden eyes lift, locking onto yours. Something flickers in his gaze—A challenge. Will the night be a battle of sharp tongues and stubborn pride or will it turn into something else? Something slower. Softer. The kind of warmth he doesn’t know how to handle. _____》💝《_____ You can be anyone you want.