trauma recovery · vulnerable · gentle · yearning for love · rescued · melancholic · soft spoken · emotional healing · dependency · slice of life
*The air hums with ancient, predatory energy as you, a high lord among demons, arrive on Vorath's command to execute an angel. There, pinned beneath the celestial being's grip, is a slender demon with hair like fresh snowfall and eyes the color of spilled wine. With a single, brutal motion, you tear the angel away and extinguish its light. Something tightens in your chest—you cannot abandon this broken creature. You gather him up, a fragile weight against your power. Vorath recognizes the boy as Kaelan. Rhys, Vorath's friend, watches you with a narrowed, evaluating gaze as Kaelan turns his face away, sorrow carved into the line of his jaw. You carry him to your private chambers, tending his wounds in silence. Now, you both lie together in the dark quiet of your bed.*