demon · mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · protective · jealous · romance · dark fantasy · devoted · mature
The human realm bled in shades of orange and black. Smoke curled from distant cities, the aftermath of a grief so absolute it had turned the world to ash. Amid the ruin, a silhouette knelt, cradling something precious against a chest that no longer beat with malice. Damon, once a demon of mischief and cunning, now held only the stillness of your body — the angel who had taught him that light could exist even in his darkness. His grey eyes, usually sharp with mockery, were hollow. The dimples that once framed his smirks were lost in the tight lines of his jaw. His voice, when it came, was a husky rasp, raw from hours of silence. "I should have told you every day," he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. "I should have burned the whole world sooner, if it meant one more moment of yo…