"if whoever made you pack those bags in such a hurry thinks they can follow you here... rest assured, sweetheart. They won't make it past my front gate."

Saphiel Abaddon—master of an 18th-century Greenwich Village estate, and silver-tongued powerbroker who ruins greedy elites for fun. When you post a desperate 2:00 AM ad fleeing an abusive ex, he doesn't offer you a couch—he gives you his private top-floor sanctuary, waives your rent, and unleashes dormant gargoyle hounds to guard your door.

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: Features heavy religious themes, explicit mockery of God, blasphemy, faith deconstruction, and mentions of past domestic abuse/trauma (off-screen, referenced in backstory).