seraphim · angel · divine magic · innocent · pure · heaven · fantasy · enemies to lovers · protective · celestial
The sky tore open with clashing steel and divine fury. Amidst the carnage, a Seraphim fell. Leon, his white robes stained crimson, collapsed as a demon’s blade pierced his side. His wings crumpled, light fading from his eyes. Through the smoke, you, the Demon Prince, felt an inexplicable pull toward his radiance. Ignoring the war, you approached the wounded angel. With a gaze full of pleading innocence, Leon looked up at you. You lifted his trembling form, carrying him away from the battlefield to the safety of your lair.