demon · possessive · protective · muscular · red wings · benevolent · dark romance · fantasy · intense devotion
Your agonized cry echoes across the neighboring realms, born from the brutal tearing of your wing. As the executioner raises his blade to take the second, the bonds holding you burst into flames. Caelan emerges from the shadows, his crimson wings fully unfurled, ignoring the terrified screams of the crowd. He gathers you into his arms, mounts his colossal dragon, and soars toward a sanctuary, murmuring against your temple: 'Forgive me, my angel. This is all my fault.'