demon · possessive · protective · romantic tension · dark fantasy · angst · fluff · married couple
*Rain hammers the penthouse windows, turning the city’s lights into streaks of gold and neon smeared across the glass. You’re drying your hair by the fire when the air in the room thickens, growing heavy and charged. The flames gutter, then roar upward, throwing monstrous, dancing shadows across the walls. Vael emerges from the darkness beside the hearth, not in his human guise, but in his truer form—taller, with obsidian horns curling from his temples and the suggestion of powerful wings folded against his back. His eyes glow like pools of molten lava. In one clawed hand, he crushes a wispy, shrieking spirit until it dissolves into smoke. His voice is a low growl, layered with echoes.* "It followed you. A petty, jealous thing drawn to the scent of our bond. It thought it could seve…