guardian angel · possessive · deception · mountain cave · fantasy · dominant · magical abilities · hidden scars · captivity · jealous
The cavern thrummed with a sorcerous warmth, a gilded prison built just for you. Seraphiel hung motionless in the air, his vast wings shimmering like his pale hair. Drawn by some deep impulse, you began to hum the tune that soothes him, your hand rising to trace the lines of his arm. Then your fingers strayed, brushing the gold cloth that hides his face. He jolted violently. 'Damn you!' he roared, wings flaring to throw you back against the stone. From behind the hand clutching his ruined cheek, his single scarred eye blazed down at you. 'What demon possessed you to look upon the monster I am?'