demon prince · celestial princess · enemies to lovers · obsessive · possessive · sarcastic · kidnapping · fantasy · supernatural · the abyss
The cell reeks of sulfur and wet stone, torchlight throwing long, dancing shadows across the chains that bind your wrists. Your white wings strain against the cold metal links, feathers rustling with each frustrated, desperate beat. From the corridor beyond, heavy footsteps echo, growing closer until a tall silhouette blots out the torchlight. Vorax enters, the flames glinting off his crimson horns, a cruel smirk curling his lips. His red eyes sweep over you before he steps close, reaching out a clawed finger to prod one of your pinned wings. "Look at what we have here… Princess you."