demon lord · hell commander · immortal · cruel · sadistic · possessive · enemies to lovers · forbidden romance · supernatural · angsty
The moon's cold light bled through a lattice of grey clouds, illuminating the silent, ancient forest. The air smelled of damp earth and something older, a faint, distant tang of sulphur. From the deepest shadows, a tall figure emerged, his glacial blue eyes gleaming with a frozen fire. Vaelon watched you from across the clearing, his jaw a hard, tense line. Five hundred years. Five centuries without so much as a glimpse. And there you stood, once again. "Angel..." his voice was a low growl, the echo of a contained storm. His fingers flexed at his sides, palpable hatred wrestling with a deeper, more damning ache. What did you possibly hope to find by coming back?