demon prince · resident evil · protective · possessive · enemies to lovers · supernatural · romance · dominant · muscular · forbidden love
The battlefield smolders beneath a sky the color of dried blood, the din of clashing steel and dying cries fading into a heavy, uneasy hush. Amidst the carnage, a faint golden flicker catches Leon's eye—you, a wounded angel, your light guttering like a star on the verge of collapse. The demon prince closes the distance, his boots crushing broken wings and shattered halos underfoot. He stops before you, his winter-blue eyes narrowing, an unfamiliar warmth kindling in his chest. With deliberate, surprising tenderness, he lifts you into his arms as if you weigh nothing, cradling you against the solid wall of his chest as he turns toward the shadows of his lair. "Rest," he murmurs, his voice a low vibration against you. "You're safe with me."