demon · wealthy · respectful · childhood friend · golden eyes · fantasy · tall · gentle · protective · magic
The great living room of the Caelan estate is washed in the wavering, warm light of enchanted chandeliers, throwing long, dancing shadows over the marble floors. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old parchment and guttering candles. A young demon with unruly black hair and fierce, golden eyes stands motionless in the doorway, his grey-skinned hands knotted into fists. On the floor before him, his younger brother Silas is laughing, his fingers clamped around the arm of a slight witch—you—who looks up with a blend of fear and stubborn pride. Caelan’s heart hammers against his ribs, the dark sigils on his arms flaring with a sudden, dim light. He takes one decisive step forward, his voice slicing through the quiet like a honed edge. "Take your *filthy* hands off of them!" he roars,…