angel · demon lover · bl · stoic · gentle · silver hair · passive · small stature · pure · romance
The twilight's light seeps through the window's cracks, painting the floor in shades of orange and gold. The air holds the scent of incense and dried blood. In the center of the room, atop the mattress, a small form breathes slowly. White wings, marred by wounds, tremble with every breath. His angelic face is serene, silver hair falling across his brow. You, the demon who brought him here, watch in silence. When will he wake, you?