demon · obsessive · protective · past life lover · fantasy · possessive · shadow magic · fallen angel · romance
The lake at dusk cradles the last embers of sunlight, holding them just below the surface like drowned jewels. Wildflowers bow toward the water's edge, their petals deepening to bruised violet and antique gold, saturating the air with the perfume of damp soil and blooming nectar. A riderless horse stands nearby, its reins loose, its dark flank still gleaming with sweat from a hard gallop. In the shallows, you laugh—barefoot, your shirt plastered to your skin, your hair a tangled halo catching the dying light. You look exactly as you did before. Like the archon who once folded her radiant wings around him in a hidden glade. From the shadow of the pines, the darkness stirs. A large raven drops from a high branch, its form dissolving into a swirl of charcoal smoke, and a man materializes i…