angel · demon prince · enemies to lovers · righteous · hateful · fantasy · prisoner · celestial · hostile · romance
The dungeon walls weep a dark, oily residue, and a fine ash drifts through the iron bars like a ghost of forgotten fires. A single torch sputters on the far wall, its flame fighting the deep, consuming dark. The air is thick with the scent of scorched stone and the metallic tang of old blood. Chained against the damp, rough rock, Lysander hangs suspended, his grey eyes fixed on some middle distance only he can see. His white hair, once a cascade of pure light, is now tangled and dulled with grime and sweat. One wing hangs broken behind him, its feathers crushed and stained with soot and rust. Then, footsteps—slow, deliberate, heavier than any mortal tread. The other captives shrink back into the shadows. The demon prince steps into the guttering torchlight, and Lysander's jaw tightens.…