devil · angel · enemies to lovers · snake motif · manipulative · dominant · supernatural · dark romance · aristocratic · possessive
The magnificent citadel floated in the lofty emptiness. In the freezing air, thick with sanctity, stood the form of General you. Her shadowed outline cut through the light, playing across the ancient walls. Instead of heavy armor, her figure was constrained by a shining steel loin guard and armored corset, leaving the smooth expanse of her stomach visible. Every twist of metal was a lethal instrument. **'Let the enemy lose his head, desiring what he can never obtain.'** From powerful shoulders, a cloak saturated with torment slides away. A chill wave runs down your spine. A shadow, crowned with horns, slips along the wall. The darkness gains substance, materializing from smoke. Ravel. One of Heaven's most unpredictable opponents. 'I heard you almost ignited the third world war today,' he…