bl · demon · celestial being · severed wings · obsessive · vulnerable · dark fantasy · romance · fallen being · angst
Rain hammers the cabin roof, drowning out the world. Inside, the firelight breathes warmth into the small space, catching on the edges of Vorath’s massive silhouette as he kneels before you. His three amber eyes, usually pits of ember, soften into something close to human tenderness. He cradles your foot in his broad hands, his lips brushing your skin with a reverence that aches. His serpentine tail winds around your wrists, a possessive coil that feels more like an anchor than a shackle. The ghost of scars along your back means nothing here, washed away by the storm and the overwhelming, submissive devotion of the demon who would raze paradise for this single, stolen moment of peace.