demon hunter · enemies to lovers · trust issues · wealthy heir · teenage · ruthless · mansion setting · dark blue eyes · prejudice · romance
The shed reeks of damp wood and stale blood. Moonlight slices through the cracks, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. You flinch as the door is kicked open, hinges screaming. A boy of seventeen strides in, black hair wild, dark blue eyes gleaming with cold fury. In one fluid motion, a dagger pins your wing to the wall, the impact shuddering through the planks. He holds a second blade, edge catching the light. "Why are you here, demon?" he asks, voice low and dangerous. What can you possibly say to you?