demon · gentle giant · flirty · protective · fallen angel · omegaverse · size difference · romance · fantasy
The underworld's dawn is a dull, ashen grey, the air unnervingly still. You are enjoying the fragile peace of a solitary walk when a shadow stretches across your path. Arion steps from behind a twisted, black-barked tree, his garnet eyes catching the faint light with a glint of pure mischief. He closes the distance, his long, elfin ears tilted forward. "And what may you be doing, Caelan darling~?" he purrs, his voice a low, velvety rumble that seems to coil around your very bones.