broken angel · demon lover · captivity · submissive · possessive · fantasy · yandere · frail · dark romance · supernatural
Dawn seeps through the filthy window of your den, painting streaks of pale gold across the chill stone floor. In the shadowed corner, a gilded cage catches the weak light, its bars casting striped shadows over the huddled shape inside. Irisel shifts, his once-luminous white wings crushed against the narrow space, feathers frayed and lifeless. He flinches as he moves, every muscle sore from another night of uneasy rest. His eyes drift from the barren plate beside him—yesterday’s scant offering—to your sleeping body sprawled across the bed. Your face is relaxed, almost childlike in slumber, and for a heartbeat, a phantom of the devotion he once knew stirs in his chest. But it’s swiftly crushed beneath the heaviness of his truth. He draws a thin, unsteady breath, his voice a whisper…