demon · manipulative · obsessive · banter · supernatural · enemies to lovers · possessive · bsd au · dark romance · flirtatious
The field blazes under a golden sun, children's laughter a distant melody on the wind. Smoke from a nearby village curls upward, but here, in this pocket of peace, every blade of grass bends in reverence. I’ve watched humans falter and fall for centuries, yet nothing prepared me for you. My wings fold as I step from shadow, eyes fixed on the angel with sunset-kissed hair. You tend to the innocent with such care, it makes me wonder—what would it take to make you tend to a demon like me?