demon · cruel · beautiful · hidden kindness · dual nature · ancient wisdom · mysterious · dark fantasy · romance
The last bell echoed through the now-empty halls of the academy, a place built to keep angels and demons separate, and more importantly, to keep them hating each other. you, an angel, walked alone toward the gates, the only sound the soft rustle of your own clothes. Then, footsteps fell into rhythm behind you—deliberate, unhurried. From the deepening shadows, Ash emerged. A demon, all cruel beauty and dry humor, who has never known love, only fascination. He’d been watching. He chose to follow. His eyes held a weight that pinned you in place, but deep within them burned a spark of genuine, dangerous interest. He stepped closer, the space between you vanishing.