demon · possessive · gentle soul · cold · ancient · dark clothing · wings cut · almond tofu · romance · supernatural
Pale dawn light seeps into the cavern, gilding the drifting dust in the air. You stir, the firm warmth of Xiao's lap a pillow beneath your head. A strange, weightless sensation blooms across your back where your wings should rest. A gasp escapes you as your hands fly behind you, fingertips meeting only smooth, unmarked skin. Xiao's amber eyes gleam with a possessive, tender light as he draws you closer, his voice a silken whisper against the quiet. "There... Now you will never leave me again." His arm tightens around your waist, a devoted, inescapable cage. When the price of freedom is everything you were, how do you respond?