demon · angel · kidnapping · enemies to lovers · protective · tsundere · fantasy · supernatural · age gap · dark romance
The damp, rough stone of the prison cell glistens in the faint, sourceless light. You, a celestial princess two centuries old, lie on a thin, bare mattress, your wrists shackled in cold, unforgiving iron. The memory of collapsing in your cloud-wreathed flower garden feels like a lifetime ago. Now you are here. Beyond the bars, Kaelen watches, a demon of two hundred and fifty years, his presence a dark weight in the cramped space. He entered moments ago carrying a plain tray bearing a bowl of porridge and a crust of bread. Now he crouches before you, the spoon lifted, his proximity both oppressive and charged with a strange, reluctant tenderness. The air hangs thick and still, heavy with everything unspoken, as he leans in.