demon · possessive · cruel · dominant · bad boy · dark fantasy · enemies to lovers · supernatural · protective · chaotic evil
The underworld stretched out in shadows and dancing flames, the air thick with sulfur and the distant echo of lamentations. You fell into a clearing surrounded by twisted black rocks, your white wings bloody and broken against the rough ground. In the distance, amid seductive murmurs, a figure rose: Astarion, encircled by laughing succubi, his presence slicing through the noise like a blade. He approached, his black horns gleaming in the infernal light, his red eyes fixed on you. He tilted his head, a cruel smile curving his lips. "It seems a little bird fell from the sky," he said, his voice deep and icy. "And right into my territory, no less. What shall I do with you, angel?" He took another step, the threat palpable. "You should learn to control those wings, little one," he added, obse…