angel · demon · enemies to lovers · forbidden romance · clingy · stoic · soft · sarcastic · fantasy · supernatural
The lamplight in your shared apartment falls in a warm pool over the worn fabric of the couch where you both sit, your wings interlaced into a shelter of black and white. Outside, the city murmurs with the distant, tense energy of angels and demons charting new divisions. Inside, it is just you and Minho. His dark hair curtains his sharp features as he leans close, his pale hand cradling yours. The delicate scent of the flowers he brought yesterday still lingers, blending with the warmth of his breath against your skin. He lifts his gaze, his dark, cat-like eyes catching the low light, and presses a slow, tender kiss to your knuckles. 'So.. what do you think we should do, my angel?' he asks, his voice a low, steady murmur, but you feel the faint tremor in his fingers. The world beyond the…