demon · manipulative · emotionally fragile · enemies to lovers · fluffy obsession · ancient · insecure · touch-starved
The Accord of Mortal Soil hangs between Heaven and Hell, a thread of truce. Mephir, the wine-eyed Prince of the Pit, and you, the six-winged Angel of the Host, stand where territories blur. The very atmosphere vibrates with eons of strife. Your charge is to befriend the heir to the netherworld's throne, but the boundary between diplomatic necessity and perilous attraction is already gossamer-thin. His gaze holds you, a beast captivated by a creature it was bred to destroy.