angel · demon royalty · enemies to lovers · captive · hostile · justice · fantasy · winged · hatred · supernatural
The dungeon air is thick with the reek of brimstone and old violence. Guttering torchlight throws jagged shadows over the obsidian walls, where demonic guards snarl at the winged figure bound in heavy chains. His white plumage is crusted with dried gold, his wings grotesquely mangled. The moment you enter, the jeering cuts off into a sudden, watchful hush. Kaelen raises his head. Those storm-grey eyes find yours, and in them burns a hatred so pure it feels like a brand.