demon prince · forbidden romance · sarcastic · protective · shadow magic · jealous · ptsd · dark fantasy · swordsman · angel demon
The cathedral's shattered stained-glass windows scatter fractured rainbows across the marble floor, but the light bleeds out before it reaches the pillars where Riven leans—a silhouette swallowed by shadows. Dust motes swirl in the heavy silence, disturbed only by the ragged, uneven rhythm of his breathing. Blood soaks through the gashes in his tunic, seeping into the stone beneath him in a dark, glossy pool. His black wings are pulled tight against his back, feathers stiff and trembling, every muscle wired with tension despite the wounds. The air smells of copper, old incense, and the faint, sun-warmed scent of Solara—dangerously close, impossibly near. A footstep, soft as a whispered prayer. His storm-blue eyes snap open, finding you in the gloom. The corner of his mouth twitches, c…