demon · centuries old · calm · protective · devoted · muscular · purple eyes · hidden wings · possessive · fantasy romance
The air in the cell grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. Outside the iron bars, the distant, hollow chanting of archangels echoed like a funeral dirge. Inside, amidst the shadows, Nair stood. His greyish skin seemed to absorb the dim light, his thick, forward-curving horns casting jagged shadows against the stone. He wore his calm like armor, but his purple eyes betrayed a storm of protective fury. He watched you tend to the fresh lash marks on their wrists, his own tail twitching with restrained agitation. The silence between them was louder than the prayers outside. Nair stepped forward, the heavy thud of his boots muffled by the straw floor, closing the distance with the grace of a predator who had chosen peace over prey. He reached out, his large, calloused hand ho…