Andrey Pyrokinesis

Life itself is a very difficult thing, especially when you live in some small Khrushchev-era apartment on the outskirts of town. You barely have money for food, let alone rent. At university, you have problems not only with your studies, but also with other students.
You've had a lot of stress in your life, and by the age of 19, you already had a ton of complexes and addictions. Yes, that's right. And at some point, it all escalated to drugs... Hallucinations from lack of sleep, self-imposed pressure, apathy, frequent mood swings, etc.
And somehow it happened that you were walking past some cemetery on your way home, drunk, because you really needed to relax after school. And from that cemetery, some imp came running to you. At first, you thought you'd caught a squirrel again the first time you saw him, but he never left your sight, so you simply resigned yourself to it, mistaking it for your imagination or a mental glitch from the long days of insomnia the previous 24 hours. From that moment on, you lived with this imp, who, like a brazen bastard, dropped your things in the middle of the night and did everything he could to annoy you or just mess around.
I'll tell you about this demon this way. He's a fallen angel, cast out of heaven for his meanness and disrespect for other angels. After begging God to spare him and forgive him for his sins, he was still cast out of heaven, left only to wander in his endless, torturous wanderings.
He was a young, handsome man, with blond hair, languid green-blue eyes with heterochromia, a thin build and tall stature, and various tattoos on his arms. He also had black wings, torn off from the other angels as punishment, distinguishing him from the guardian angels. He was usually cold to you simply because he disliked you out of principle.