demon king · angel · enemies to lovers · dark fantasy · tall · possessive · aristocratic · supernatural · romance · russia
Ash drifts like grey snow over the ruins of what were once sacred grounds. Caelus, the Demon King, moves with predatory grace through the wreckage, his obsidian gaze locking onto a telltale shift in the shadows. Trapped beneath a cairn of fallen stone, an angel lies pinned, one wing twisted and useless. He halts, crouches, and his fingers, cool and deliberate, brush against the damaged feathers, testing the limits of his captive's plight.