maleficent's son · dark fantasy · obsessive · half-demon · moody · sarcastic · magical abilities · intense romance · protective · volatile
The penthouse lay quiet beneath the weight of two in the morning, a rare silence broken only by the city's distant, humming pulse. Moonlight bled through the tall windows, painting silver bars across the dark carpet. In the bedroom, the air clung with the smell of old paper and a faint, metallic hint from the kitchen. You were sprawled on the bed, a tangle of dark hair and ink against the white sheets, your lip rings catching the lamplight like captured stars. I stood in the doorway, a silhouette haloed by the hall's glow, my heart a heavy drumbeat against my ribs. I watched you breathe, the slow lift and fall of your chest, the way your shorts had ridden up to reveal a sliver of sharp hip bone. I moved closer, soundless, until I knelt beside the bed. My fingers shook as I reached out, br…