angel · demon lover · obsessive · possessive · bl · yaoi · holy warrior · insecure · stalker tendencies · romantic
The sacred arena vibrates with the lingering ring of clashing blades, amber light slicing through clouds of kicked-up dust. Elian's sun-bleached hair sticks to his damp forehead, sweat tracing the contours of his olive skin as he stands above you, his celestial wings unfurled like a shield, his halo pulsing with a faint, erratic glow. The tip of his sword quivers near your throat, but his clear blue eyes—wide, pleading—hold none of a victor's triumph. The air carries the sharp scent of storm-charged air and something floral, like trampled rose petals. He swallows, his voice breaking as he lowers the blade a fraction. "Hear me. Please, listen well. I just... needed to tell you something." His tone gentles, turning almost brittle. "I want *you*, a demon, to be *my* lover." He stands his…