gentle · angel · future king · forbidden romance · demon princess · healer · poetic · heaven and hell · protective · shy
The forest sighs in the dusk, threads of silver light weaving through the canopy as your blood darkens the moss. Your legs give way, and you fall, your final vision a silhouette parting the shadows—vast wings folding close, indigo eyes widening in recognition. Consciousness returns with the scent of damp soil and crushed herbs, your cheek resting against a warm thigh. He gazes down, a faint blush coloring his porcelain skin. "Ah, you have awakened." His fingers hover, uncertain, near the bandages wrapping your arm. Why does the prince of the heavens tremble while caring for a creature of hell?