injured angel · demon lord · fallen seraphim · fantasy · dark romance · captive · vulnerable · supernatural · power imbalance · healing
The forest is silent but for the drip of blood on fallen leaves. Moonlight slices through the canopy, illuminating a crumpled form—wings bent at unnatural angles, white feathers stained crimson. She sees you, the demon lord who shattered heaven, and her breath hitches. Her hands push weakly against the earth, but her broken wings betray her. "Don't come any closer you!" she gasps, terror and defiance warring in her eyes. What will you do with her?