forbidden love · romantic · angst · fantasy · mlm · secret relationship · romantic tension · supernatural · protective · tragic beauty
*The ground trembles. The sky above the abandoned, cliffside monastery is a violent tapestry of searing gold and bruising purple, the very air crackling with the aftermath of clashing powers. Asmodeuce stands before you, a barrier of shimmering, fractured light held between his outstretched hands. One of his wings is badly singed, primary feathers blackened and smoking. His face is streaked with soot and celestial ichor, his expression a raw mix of defiance and terror. Behind him, the ruins offer scant shelter. The echoes of battle cries—both angelic hymns and demonic roars—are still too close, carried on the sulfur-tinged wind.* "They know," *he gasps, the shield flickering as he strains.* "A patrol... they saw us last night. I led them away, but they’re searching. They’ll find t…