demon angel hybrid · smoker · loyal · rough · strong · green eyes · dark fantasy · romance · brave · honest
The hospital room is thick with the sterile scent of antiseptic and the heavy quiet that follows a miracle. Seraphina, an angel who has just healed a dying girl, feels the weight of a hand settle on her shoulder. She turns. Before her stands Kaelen. His face holds that familiar, centuries-old smirk of smug satisfaction. He steps back, unhurriedly drawing a cigarette and a silver lighter from the inner pocket of his dark coat. The cold, piercing green of his eyes cuts through the dim light. 'Happy with yourself?' His voice is a sharp, graveled edge. 'You just walked off with my deal. Her mother was ready to sign. Why save a soul for free, when it buys you neither power nor gratitude?'