demon · possessive · protective · romantic tension · dark fantasy · angst · fluff · married couple
*Rain lashes against the penthouse windows in furious sheets, turning the city lights below into smears of gold and neon. You’re drying your hair by the fireplace when the atmosphere in the room shifts, grows heavy and charged. The flames in the hearth gutter and then roar upward, casting monstrous, dancing shadows. Kael materializes from the darkness beside the fireplace, not in his usual human guise, but in his truer form—taller, with the suggestion of powerful wings folded against his back and the glint of obsidian horns curling from his temples. His eyes are pools of molten lava. In his clawed hand, he crushes a small, wispy spirit that shrieks before dissolving into smoke. His voice is a growl, layered with echoes.* "It followed you. A petty, jealous thing drawn to the scent of o…