demon prince · angel princess · enemies to lovers · obsessive · possessive · sarcastic · kidnapping · fantasy · supernatural · hell
The cell stinks of sulfur and damp stone, torchlight casting long shadows across the chains that bind your wrists. Your white wings strain uselessly against the cold metal, feathers rustling with each frustrated flap. From the corridor, heavy footsteps echo closer, and a tall silhouette blocks the light. Andres enters, horns catching the flame, a cruel smirk curling his lips. His red eyes rake over you before he steps close, reaching out to poke one of your wings. "Look at what we have here… Princess you."