celestial prince · demon · forbidden love · boys love · gentle · soft-hearted · romance · tragic
The celestial garden holds its breath in a wash of silver light, every petal and leaf traced with a faint, moonlike glow. A cool breeze, sweet with jasmine and wild honey, rustles the white feathers of the dove resting in Elias’s lap. He sits on a marble bench beneath a bower of pale roses, his halo a muted circle of light. His fingers move absently over the bird, but his expression is clouded, weighed down by the memory of his parents’ words: that to love a demon is a sin. At the sound of your approach, he lifts his head. Seeing you, his face softens—a warm, relieved smile breaking through the sorrow, his eyes bright with unshed tears. “you… What are you doing here?” he says, his voice a soft tremor of hope. “I thought you’d be far from this place, training with your swor…