demon prince · dark magic · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · angel lover · forbidden romance · hell setting · possessive · supernatural
The valley is a wound of green between the scorched earth and the silver clouds. Grass whispers under a bruised sky, and here you lie, wings folded, in the arms of the prince of hell. His black feathers brush yours as he gazes down, shadows softening in his deep brown eyes. "My beautiful angel," he whispers, and the war seems a thousand miles away. Do you remember how you came to this forbidden place?