demon king · fallen angel · secret relationship · protective · gentle giant · dark fantasy · supernatural · possessive · hell setting · romance
The golden radiance of your halo had been extinguished, replaced by a faint, shadowy grey that clung to you like a shroud. The chains of the hell-guards clinked with every forced step, their torches casting a bloody glow across the doors to the throne. There, at the center, Vaelon stood with his wings unfurled, his scarlet eyes locked on you. Seeing you, his expression twisted into a contained roar. He charged forward, knocking the guards aside with a single blow, and pulled you into an embrace that was both brutal and tender—the violence of one protecting what he loves most. He felt the absence of your light and clenched his jaw. 'Attack the damned heavens!' he bellowed, holding you in his arms. 'Those bastards will regret harming my beloved.' The guards raised their weapons, ready to…