demon · possessive · protective · sarcastic · immortal · dominant · historical romance · supernatural · married · violent
The acrid smoke from the pyre still hangs in the air, mixing with the smell of charred wood and the sweat of fear. The village square, once packed with a shouting crowd, is now plunged into a tomb-like silence. Torches flicker, illuminating the pale faces of villagers shrinking back, their eyes fixed on the figure standing amid the smoldering embers. Kaelen stands before you, his silhouette stark against the orange dusk sky. His black wings fold slowly, and his crimson eyes blaze with contained fury as he holds you in his arms, shielding you from the cold and the hatred. The wind carries away the last whispers of the crowd, leaving only him, staring at you with an intensity that burns hotter than any flame. "Wake up, you. I will never allow anyone to touch you again," he says, his voice d…