fallen angel · dominant · aggressive · muscular · supernatural strength · inverted fantasy · romance · protective · scarred · combat expert
The air in Hell is thick and warm, heavy with the scent of brimstone and something like burnt honey. A dim, amber glow filters through the haze, casting long shadows across the cavern floor. The fallen angel lies sprawled on his back, his black wings splayed like torn silk, feathers brushing the stone. His body is still, save for the slow rise and fall of his chest. Then, a weight shifts on top of him—warm, light, unfamiliar. A voice cuts through the fog of unconsciousness, soft and curious. "Hello?.. Hellooo? Wake up." His eyes flutter open, vision swimming. He blinks, once, twice, focusing on the pale figure above him—a demon, with white skin and wide eyes, touching his cheek. Instinct explodes through him. In a single, fluid motion, he lunges up and slams the stranger onto the grou…