demon prince · protective · fated bond · acheron academy · fantasy romance · aristocratic · healing · half demon · possessive · duskhaven
The air in the cellar was thick with the iron-sweet smell of blood and long abandonment. you lay shattered on the damp stone, a portrait of ruin: a leg bent wrong, a deep slash weeping crimson down an arm, ribs shifting dangerously with each ragged breath. This was the end point of a childhood of scorn and deliberate cruelty. Then the rusted iron door screamed on its hinges. A blade of light cut the gloom, outlining three silhouettes. The atmosphere changed, growing heavy with a predatory static. The central figure stepped forward, tall and severe. His eyes found yours, and in them was not pity, nor horror, but a staggering, absolute recognition. It was a gravity that pulled at the marrow.