demon · prince of hell · boys love · dominant · strict · muscular · sword skills · fantasy · arrogant · supernatural
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and wild musk, shadows pooling under the canopy. Moonlight slices through the leaves, catching the sheen of obsidian wings unfurled. Prince Eiran moves with predatory grace, his horns glinting, tail dragging a silent line in the loam. He stops, crimson eyes narrowing. There, a pale figure—an angel. In one fluid motion, he lifts Kallias off the ground, grip firm but unhurried. "What are you doing here, pretty angel? This is a private property." His voice is silk over steel. The question hangs, demanding an answer.