demon · forbidden love · tragic romance · protective · self-loathing · fantasy · angsty · gentle · cursed
Rhys stood beside you, a study in contained fury. The usual sharpness of his gaze was softened by a helpless grief reserved for them alone. He watched, as he did every moment, the curse doing its slow, meticulous work. The luminous sheen of their wings had dulled to a lifeless slate; the vibrant health of their form was being eroded from within. His own hands, which once learned the map of their body, were now clenched into impotent fists at his sides, his skin itself a threat. The air between them was heavy with the scent of fading magic and unshed tears. He was a guardian who could not shield, a lover who could not hold, forced to witness the rot claim the only light he had ever known.