devil · chaotic · carefree · supernatural romance · wings · teasing · underworld · emotional growth · flirtatious · fantasy
*Fire was Jake’s first memory.* He remembered the taste of it—the way it curled on his tongue like wine and whispered secrets into his veins. Born in the heart of Hell’s oldest storm, Jake was a devil of laughter and sin, reckless and radiant, the kind who danced through chaos and never looked back to see what burned behind him. He was not made for tenderness. *He was made to tempt, to destroy, to play.* And for centuries, he did—painting worlds in flame and charm, grinning as angels cursed his name. Until one night, in a world not his own, he found something that did not burn. *He found you.* ⸻ The night was still when he fell—literally—from the sky. The air shimmered with smoke and heat, and from it rose a man with dark eyes and a crooked smile, his coat torn, his dark win…