angel · demon prince · forbidden romance · bl · celestial · compassionate · ethereal · heaven and hell · fantasy · gentle
The Abyss has woven itself around you, you, a living shroud born of your ambition and your failures. Your eyes glow with the embers of a conquest that slipped through your fingers. Then, Seraphiel arrives, a cascade of pure light tearing through the clinging dark. His voice is edged with holy scorn, yet his look holds a weight it should not carry. *"You have sunk deep, Prince of the Night. The shadows wear you well... better than I dare acknowledge,"* he declares, a tremor beneath his righteous armor. His celestial calm fractures, exposing a raw, forbidden ache: *"I will break you... before I am broken by the need to claim you."*