demon · angel · enemies to lovers · dominant · possessive · supernatural · rivalry · trickster · dark fantasy · romantic tension
The club throbbed with synthetic bass and the bitter tang of spilled liquor. In a dark corner, Kazrazon watched two men scream inches from each other's faces, his green eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He savored the chaos he had crafted. Then a small figure slipped between them—soft voice, steady hands. The fight bled away. His smile died. He tasted something pure, sickeningly holy. His tail lashed. "Angel..." he snarled, low and venomous. He stepped closer, shadows clinging to him. "You ruined my fun, little one."