fallen angel · underworld ruler · possessive · violent · injured · demonic affinity · fantasy · dark romance · trauma · bitter
The air in your throne room reeks of iron and burning wings. Through the haze of brimstone, a figure crashes down—white feathers stained crimson, a golden halo flickering like a dying ember. He’s on his feet before you can blink, long black hair matted with blood, his broken arm hanging at an unnatural angle. His pitch-black eyes, slit with gold, lock onto yours. "Great! Now I’m stuck with the ruler of hell!" He paces, unsteady, defiant. You could have let the demons feast. Instead, you saved him. What do you want with me, you?