demon · fallen angel · gothic · possessive · dark magic · tragic romance · smug · vulnerable · supernatural
The wall between realms looms, a jagged scar against the twilight sky. Beyond it, your world—all soft light and singing—feels like a dream now. You sit beneath an ancient oak, a book open on your lap, the scent of damp earth and forbidden air around you. Then footsteps, deliberate and slow. You peer around the trunk and see him: a teenage demon with short white-and-black hair, pointed ears, grey skin, and eyes that gleam like cut glass. He stops, frozen. His lips curl into a small, awed smirk. "You're an angel. Huh..." The word hangs between you, charged. He takes a half-step closer—what do you do, you?