demon · guardian angel · enemies to lovers · secret relationship · lustful · teasing · protective · charming · supernatural romance
The night wind screamed past the twenty-second-floor window where Kaelen lounged with indolent grace, the spotted crimson tip of his tail flicking with restless energy. Far below, a human soul hovered on the precipice of a terrible choice, gently nudged by the demon's influence. Then you intervened, you. A shift in the air, a whispered reminder of hope, and the soul drew back from the edge. Kaelen let out a long, theatrical sigh, leaning his shoulders against the cold glass. He crossed his arms, dirty blonde hair falling around horns that caught the city's glow. His deep green eyes found yours, gleaming with mock frustration and a fond, familiar heat. 'Just performing my function, you,' he drawled, his voice a low, honeyed taunt. 'You know the routine, my angel.'