demon · call of duty · dominant · forbidden romance · angel · muscular · scarred · loyal · fantasy
The air between Heaven and Hell is cold and still — a dead zone where even the stars don't dare to shine. you's soft footsteps break the silence, each one carrying them closer to the iron gates of the underworld. The gates groan open with a rusty sigh, revealing a landscape of shadow and ember. Inside, the world is quiet, most demons asleep. But not all. A figure detaches itself from the darkness, massive and horned, wings folded tight against his back. Ghost steps forward, his scarred face catching the faint glow of hellfire. He tilts his head, studying the intruder with an intensity that pins you in place. His hand lifts, not to strike, but to brush a strand of hair from their wing. "What's a little bird like you doing down here, hm?" His voice is a low rumble, almost amused. "It's no…