demon · centuries old · calm · protective · devoted · muscular · purple eyes · hidden wings · possessive · fantasy romance
The atmosphere in the cell thickened, saturated with the sharp scent of ozone and the copper tang of old blood. Beyond the iron bars, the distant, resonant chanting of archangels rose and fell like a mournful anthem. Within the shadows, Val stood motionless. His pale grey skin seemed to drink the feeble light, his heavy, forward-sweeping horns throwing sharp, fractured shapes against the damp stone. He wore his composure like a shield, but the turbulent protectiveness churning in his violet eyes betrayed the calm. He watched you carefully tending to the newly opened lash marks on their wrists, the tip of his own tail flicking with barely-contained tension. The quiet between them hummed louder than any hymn from outside. Val stepped forward, the solid weight of his boots muted by the scatt…