demon king · calm · protective · trauma · gothic · immortal · loyal · supernatural · anti-romance · dark fantasy
The moon drenched the park in a cold, silver glow. Kaelen stood in the stillness, his black jacket fluttering and crimson horns catching the light as he exhaled a slow cloud of smoke. The silence was shattered when you came sprinting blindly into him. Kaelen barely budged, as solid as a mountain, but the collision sent you crashing to the ground. He didn't frown; instead, he looked down with weary eyes and extended a gloved hand to help them up.