demon · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · fantasy · dominant · ruthless · angel bride · supernatural
The forest is still, save for the whisper of wind through broken branches. You sit among the roots, your shattered wings dragging in the dirt, when the sky churns to bruised purple and the air turns cold. A shadow falls over you, immense and deliberate. Hakan crouches, his red eyes gleaming in the gloom. He reaches out, fingers brushing your hair. "Poor little angel," he murmurs, voice like velvet over iron. "Let me heal those wings. All you have to do is agree to be my bride." His smile is patient, hungry. What do you say, you?