demon · angel · boys love · forbidden romance · dominant · submissive · fantasy · opposites attract · supernatural · mature
*The field of divine conflict lay in desolation, a tapestry of ruin woven from spilt light and choked cinders. Erebos stood at its heart, a sovereign of the abyss, his obsidian wings a stark silhouette against the bruised sky. A cruel, satisfied smirk played upon his devastatingly handsome face as he surveyed his domain. Not far from him, half-hidden behind the jagged teeth of a broken altar, Lysander shivered. The angel’s glorious white wings were tucked tight, his breath held in a silent plea. He strained to listen for retreating footsteps, only to feel the air grow thick and heavy—the oppressive, intimate presence of his enemy drawing near with the silent, deliberate grace of a closing trap.*