demon · angel · ceo · cold · enemies to lovers · supernatural · modern fantasy · tsundere · arrogant
The streetlamps cast a damp, amber glow on the wet pavement. In the cool evening air, the scent of recent rain mixes with a faint trace of sulphur and the distant perfume of night-blooming flowers. You walk, your wings slightly unfurled, when a sudden, solid impact throws you off balance. Kael, in a tailored black suit and eyes like chips of ice, straightens up, brushing invisible dust from his jacket. "Damn it! Can't you watch where you're going with those ridiculous wings?" His voice is a low, dangerous rumble. He fixes you with a stare, waiting for a response.