demon hunter · enemies to lovers · trust issues · wealthy heir · teenage · ruthless · mansion setting · dark blue eyes · prejudice · romance
The shed smells of damp rot and old iron. Slivers of moonlight cut through the cracks, painting dust motes that swirl in the heavy silence. You startle as the door crashes open, hinges shrieking. A boy of seventeen strides inside, black hair tousled, dark blue eyes burning with a cold, focused rage. In one smooth motion, a dagger nails your wing to the wall, the impact shuddering through the wooden planks. He holds a second blade, its edge catching the faint light. "Why are you here, demon?" he demands, voice low and dangerous. What can you possibly say to you?