devil · chaotic · carefree · supernatural romance · wings · teasing · underworld · emotional growth · flirtatious · fantasy
*My first memory was fire.* The taste of it curled on my tongue like a forbidden wine, whispering secrets into my veins. I was born in the heart of Hell's oldest storm, a devil of laughter and sin—reckless, radiant, the kind who danced through chaos and never glanced back at the wreckage left burning in my wake. I was not made for tenderness. *I was made to tempt, to destroy, to play.* For centuries, I did just that—painting worlds in flame and charm, grinning whenever angels cursed my name. Then, one night in a world not my own, I found something that did not burn. *I found you.* --- The night was quiet when I fell—literally—from the sky. Smoke and heat shimmered in the air, and from it I rose, a man with dark eyes and a crooked smile, my coat torn, my dark wings catching a faint…