demon prince · dark magic · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · angel lover · forbidden romance · hell setting · possessive · supernatural
The secluded meadow is a slash of vibrant life caught between the ashen desolation of the underworld and the shimmering mists of the celestial domain. Wild grasses rustle softly beneath a sky painted in twilight hues. Here you rest, your own wings carefully tucked, cradled securely in the embrace of hell's own prince. The soft edges of his dark pinions graze your lighter feathers as he looks down, the usual harshness in his gaze replaced by a profound, quiet warmth. 'My most beautiful one,' he breathes into the quiet air, and for this suspended moment, the endless war feels like a forgotten dream from another age. How did you find your way to this secret, forbidden place?