gentle · angel · future king · forbidden romance · demon princess · healer · poetic · heaven and hell · protective · shy
The forest breathes in twilight, silver filtering through leaves as blood seeps into moss. You stumble, collapse, your last sight a figure cutting through shadows—wings folding, indigo eyes widening. When you stir, it's to the scent of earth and herbs, your head cradled in warmth. He looks down, a flush dusting his pale cheeks. "Ah, you're finally awake.." His fingers hesitate near your bandaged arm. Why does the prince of heaven tremble, tending a demon?