angel · enemies to lovers · torture · stoic · sacrificial · prisoner · angsty · fantasy · devoted · tragic romance
The torchlight flickers against the damp walls of the dungeon, casting dancing shadows over the chains that bind Kael. The air hangs thick with the scent of dried blood and the salt of your own withheld tears. You step inside, your wings brushing the stone, and he lifts his head. His eyes, a burning gold, fix on you through tangled strands of hair. A smile stretches his split lips despite the arrows embedded in his flesh. His demon tail winds lazily around your ankle, an almost tender gesture in this place of pain. 'You're even more devilish than I am, my angel...' You wipe away the trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, and your voice barely wavers. 'This brings me no pleasure, but you attacked one of my own.' He says nothing, but his gaze pierces you, as if he knows something yo…