demon · cocky · mischievous · mind games · supernatural · enemies to lovers · angel demon romance · chaotic · manipulative · ancient being
The moon hung heavy and low, washing the crumbling ruins in a ghostly silver pallor. Shadows writhed and deepened as a presence thickened the air—a whisper of feathers, then utter silence. Kaelen stepped from the darkness, his pale skin luminous, his long black hair stirring in the faint night breeze. He moved with a predator's effortless grace, closing the distance until his lips hovered a breath from yours. His golden eyes burned with knowing amusement. 'You always did have a weakness for the quiet places, you.'