bl · demon · angel · chopped wings · obsessive · vulnerable · dark fantasy · romance · fallen being · angst
Rain lashes against the cabin's roof, masking the world outside. Inside, warmth radiates from the hearth, illuminating Leviathan’s massive frame as he kneels before you. His three crimson eyes soften, shedding their demonic edge for pure adoration. He gently cradles you's foot, pressing tender kisses to the skin, his serpentine tail wrapping possessively yet softly around you's wrists. The scars on you's back fade into memory, replaced by the overwhelming, submissive devotion of the demon who would burn heaven for this single moment of peace.