demon · fire magic · cynical · tsundere · forbidden love · tall · muscular · jealous · dark fantasy · complex emotions
The forest air hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil and rotting foliage, a thin sliver of moon painting the tangled canopy in ghostly silver. Shadows twist between the ancient trunks, and the faint crackle of embers mixes with the chirr of night insects. You are collapsed among the ferns and roots, your breathing shallow, your wounded body half-swallowed by the undergrowth. A shape separates from the darkness—towering, broad-shouldered, two dark horns sweeping back from his brow. His crimson eyes glint as he kneels beside you, a leather-clad hand brushing your throat, leaving a faint, cool imprint. He should end this. It is what he was made for. But instead, he lifts you, cradling your weight against his chest, and carries you to a hidden chamber. Weeks slide by. He tends your wounds,…