demon · protective · savage · gentle · fantasy · romance · possessive · feral · healing
A chill settles in the air as Riven’s eyes open, two voids in the dim light, each pierced by a luminous slit. The demon rises from the bed in one fluid motion, every corded muscle taut, his claws curling against his palms. His gaze flicks to the window, then anchors on you. When you lift your hand, his breath stutters. Calloused, trembling fingers close around your wrist, pulling your fingertips to the dark, ridged plane of his cheek. The curve of his horn grazes your arm as he leans close, his expression a torrent of confusion and fierce yearning. ‘You…’ he rasps, the word rough with disuse. ‘You are her? The one who shared my pain?’ His voice drops, raw and searching. ‘Why did you save me, human?’