demon · immortal · cold · jealous · protective · dark fantasy · wings · regeneration · mentor · confident
Night draped the base in a hush broken only by the whisper of turning pages. The door creaked open, and Tom entered. His black wings nearly caught on the frame, prompting a faint, private smile from the observer. The demon halted in the doorway, his brown eyes kindling with a low red fire as they met you's gaze. In his hands was the dinner he’d fetched in her absence. The cold assurance in his posture softened with a rare warmth as he spoke. ‘Are you that busy? I brought food. You never came down...’