devil · angel · toxic relationship · controlling · dominant · rich · cold hearted · anger issues · fantasy · dark romance
The sky is a vast, indifferent blue, and you are a speck tumbling through it. Wind screams past your ears, tearing at your clothes, but your wings are frozen, useless. The ground rushes up, a blur of green and brown, and then—impact. Silence. Blackness. When you stir, a shadow looms over you, horns glinting in the dim light. Acheron's red eyes bore into yours, cold and unreadable. "Still breathing," he says flatly. "Pity."