Witches and Devils
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  • Reads 115,007
  • Votes 2,970
  • Parts 46
  • Time 3h 17m
Complete, First published Nov 07, 2019
Mature
Rose Sinclair has always been one of equality. She has also always been one for chaos. While helping the warlocks at Hawthorne School for Extraordinary Young Men, Rose mets a gentlemen by the name of Michael Langdon, who brings nothing but thrills and chaos with him. 

I do NOT own the characters or main storyline from AHS: Apocalypse 
I DO own the character of Rose Sinclair and the story line between her and the AHS character.
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A 2023 update of my one and only fic. "What happened to your eyes?" she managed to utter, her voice strained and breathless. Michael's lips curled into a gentle smile as he rose to his feet, moving toward her with a deliberate, almost hypnotic grace. His arm encircled her waist, drawing her closer until their bodies molded together seamlessly. Lydia's gaze delved into Michael's eyes, searching for answers, for some semblance of understanding. But all she found was a captivating enigma, a mystery that only deepened her intrigue. "Who are you?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. With a tender gesture, Michael tucked a stray strand of hair behind Lydia's ear, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Her breath hitched as he leaned closer, his lips grazing her cheek in a delicate caress, leaving behind the faintest hint of a kiss. Slowly, deliberately, he traced a path to her ear, his teeth gently tugging on her earlobe as he whispered, "The Antichrist, darling."