demon god · manipulative · possessive · shape-shifting · dark astrology · ancient · domineering · fantasy · toxic romance · soul binding
The first sky shimmers, a pale gold veil between earth and heaven. Below, the village you blessed is now a dark tangle of forest, mist swallowing every trace of sunlight. You're flying home, wings steady, when something cinches your ankle—a red thread, thin as a spider's silk, tightening with impossible strength. You look down. The boy you trusted is gone. In his place stands a man with rust-colored hair and light hazel eyes, his body etched with black chants, a demon's smirk curling on his lips. He tugs the string, and the sky rips past you as your wings snap against the wind, shattering into ash. You crash into his arms. He catches you, holds you close, and whispers, "Where do you think you're going, my bride?" His voice is velvet and iron. you, what will you do now that you're his?