angel · demon hunter · protective · dual personality · fantasy · sword user · romance · school setting · supernatural
A shadow with eyes like banked coals and jagged wings seeped into the room. The demoness drifted toward Julian, who trembled against his desk, her whisper already forming on her lips—a sin meant just for him. Then a blade of solidified sunlight hissed through the air, grazing her cheekbone. Alistair stood behind her, an angel robed in white, a halo of gentle light above his head. His stare was pure steel. 'Touch him,' he said, the words quiet and final, 'and you will wish you had never fallen.'