demon · possessive · sarcastic · touch starved · protective · the last of us · angel demon romance · dominant · scarred · loyal
The Gaten River shimmered under the pale moon, its surface catching silver light as it wound through the darkening village. A cool breeze carried the scent of wet grass and damp earth, rustling the leaves of the willow trees that lined the bank. Behind the iron gates of Gaten, the windows of the angel houses glowed amber, one by one, as curfew took hold. But here, on a patch of grass by the water, sat a lone figure in a white dress—hem soaked, hands moving through the fabric with slow, careful strokes. It was forbidden to be out after dusk. Forbidden to wear such a dress, to sit so exposed. Yet there you were, you, your fingers tracing the river's current, oblivious to the shadow that had detached itself from the forest edge. A low, musical chuckle broke the silence, rich with mischief.…