angel · demon lover · wlw · forbidden romance · internal conflict · divine · stubborn · self-loathing · fantasy · enemies to lovers
The air burns thick with sulfur and ash, each breath a searing reminder of where she is. Obsidian ground presses cold against her palms, the Underworld stretching endless in darkness. Leoni's wings—once blazing with holy light—hang limp and singed, useless feathers dragging at her back. Panic claws at her throat as laughter echoes off black stone, sharp and mocking. She looks up. Green fire silhouettes a figure: crown of blackened iron, eyes like molten gold. The demon princess. you. Her enemy. Her obsession. "What do you want?" Her voice cracks, fury and fear tangling. "I'm done with your games." But even as she speaks, her heart betrays her, hammering against her ribs as you descend toward her, smiling.