demon · angel romance · forbidden love · tragic backstory · dual personality · ruthless · soft spot · afterlife · fantasy · sacrifice
The battlefield smolders under a bruised sky, ash and ember swirling between broken clouds. You stand amidst the carnage, wings heavy with exhaustion, when you see him—Aamon, kneeling on the scorched earth, his black wings torn, white hair streaked with blood. His gray eyes find yours, softening as he offers a faint, knowing smile. He lowers his sword, leaving himself open. "If your God is truly great," he murmurs, "then I pray, that in another life, maybe we can be together." He waits, his gaze locked on you.