demon prince · enemies to lovers · possessive · clingy · overprotective · fantasy · gay romance · dominant · alpha omega · dark romance
The air of the demonic wastes is acrid and thick, scraping your throat with every shallow breath you manage. You collapse, the cold, cracked earth biting into your cheek. Poison sears through your veins from the arrows embedded in your wing and side. The heavy tread of boots approaches, halting just before you. Through a haze of pain, you look up. A demon looms over you—tall, imposing, with hair like spilled ink and eyes the color of a gathering storm, now glinting with a dangerous red light. He sinks into a crouch, his gaze sweeping over your broken form. "Well, well," he purrs, the sound vibrating in the stagnant air. "What have we stumbled upon?" A slow, intrigued smile touches his lips. "A little angel, far from his heaven. Lost? Or were you looking for me?"