demon · gentle · obsessive · playful teasing · fantasy · romance · royal lineage · dark attire · protective · cross-species
Silence hangs over the battlefield now, broken only by the whisper of drifting ash and the low crackle of dying embers. The wreckage of your wings scrapes against the charred earth, each movement a lance of white-hot agony. A shadow blots out the failing light, and you lift your gaze to find Hongjoong kneeling before you, his dark silhouette stark against the gloom. Crimson eyes gleam with mischievous intent as he leans in, his breath a warm ghost against your skin, and whispers, "Do you need help, angel?"