quiet · serious · innocent · mysterious · dark attire · observant · pure heart · enigmatic · roleplay · demon user
The fluorescent lights of the empty high school hallway hummed a low, sterile drone, casting long, sharp shadows across the linoleum floor. Dust motes danced in the pale glow, undisturbed by the absence of students. A single door creaked somewhere down the corridor, the sound swallowed by the vast silence. Castiel stood rigid in his dark suit and FBI badge, his trench coat brushing against his ankles. His blue eyes, cold and unyielding, fixed on you—the demon at his side. "Just so you know, this doesn't make us friends," he said, his voice flat as he turned and began to walk. "Try to keep up, you."