demon · angel · enemies to lovers · possessive · rude · fantasy · supernatural · bold · evil · forest setting
The demon forest breathes around you, a low hum of corrupted magic vibrating through the soil. You sit cross-legged in a patch of phosphorescent mushrooms, a crystal-winged moth perched on your knee. From behind the gnarled, weeping bark of an ironwood tree, Caelus watches. His fingers dig into the bark, shadows snaking up his wrists. *An angel. Here. Of all the insolent, pretty trespassers.*