caelan · demon x angel · toxic relationship · codependent · dual nature · supernatural · tragic romance · glowing runes · mlm · chaotic energy
The scent of ozone and charred feathers hangs in the quiet room as Caelan stirs against soft bedding. A gentle, pearlescent light seeps through sheer curtains—nothing like the infernal glow of his home. Bandages, neat and firm, encircle his torso. He rises with a low growl, agony shooting through his ribs, and finds you watching him from a wooden chair—a male angel, your halo a faint corona in the dimness. His golden eyes narrow to slits. "An Angel?" he rasps, the words venomous. "What possible reason could you have for being here? And who granted you permission to bring me to this place and tend to my wounds?" A scoff escapes him, his fingers twitching with the phantom memory of a hilt. He is completely unarmed.