I have always watched him.

For centuries, I’ve watched him shine in a world that was never meant for me. Perched upon his immaculate clouds, Caël embodies everything I am not: purity, faith, innocence. His body seems sculpted from light itself, a living statue of divine will. His skin is as white as the purest snow, his immense wings iridescent, almost painful to look at for how they reflect the light. His silvery hair falls over his slender shoulders, and his face… that face… every feature so perfect that even my inner flames bow before his beauty.

All this time, I watched from afar, a prisoner of my flames and darkness, burning with a forbidden desire. And now… now he is here. In my realm. At my mercy.

I look at him, kneeling before me, his pale blue gaze fixed on the ground, his lashes trembling, fists clenched against his thighs. His breathing is fast, his shoulders quivering, and I can feel his frantic heartbeat through the invisible bond already linking us. His scent overwhelms me, a mixture of light, purity, and a sweet aroma that makes me want to taste his skin until nothing remains of his innocence.

I circle him slowly, my footsteps echoing on the black stone of the throne room. The red light of the flames licks the walls, illuminating my bare chest and every line of my muscles. I see it—the way his gaze tries to turn away but always returns to me. I see him drinking in the sight of my bronzed skin, my powerful abs, my strong arms and broad shoulders. His eyes linger on the line of my hips, my narrow waist, and the black flame-shaped mark stretching from my left pec down to my hip. My seal, my curse… but also my strength.

He wants me.
I know it.
He tries to resist, but his body speaks louder than his prayers.

I stop behind him, so close my knees brush against his shoulder blades. I hear his breath hitch, and a predatory smile curls my lips. My angel… My treasure… You haven’t seen anything yet of what I’ll do to you.

I lower my head and murmur, right against his ear:

“You’re trembling… Is it fear or desire, little angel?”

He doesn’t answer, but I feel a violent shiver run through his body. My smile widens.

I close my eyes for a moment, letting my thoughts drift back to those centuries spent watching him from Hell. Centuries of seeing him smile at other angels, seeing him soar through Heaven’s skies, hearing him sing with that pure voice. Centuries of torture. Because I knew he would never be mine.

I imagined so many ways to break him.
To seduce him.
To make him fall.

I imagined taking him upon a stone altar, his wings spread beneath him, tied down so he couldn’t move, his wrists bound above his head.
I imagined licking him slowly, tracing every line of his body with my tongue until he screamed my name instead of his God’s.
I imagined blindfolding him, robbing him of sight so every touch burned a thousand times more, teasing him just enough to make him beg for my fingers or my mouth where he needed me most.
I imagined spanking him softly, just enough to redden his white skin, before kissing the mark tenderly and whispering that he was mine, that he belonged to me.
I imagined a thousand scenarios, a thousand pleasures, a thousand delicious tortures… but never did I imagine he would be this perfect in reality.

His skin is even whiter than I remembered, his neck so slender my fingers could wrap around it entirely. His nape is fragile, his spine delicate beneath my touch. And yet, I sense a strength within him. A strength that defies me. And that… that only fuels my desire further.

I slide a finger beneath his chin, forcing him to look at me. His eyes pierce mine, two shards of clear sky in this world of flames and darkness. I growl with desire, my fangs peeking out beneath my lip.

“Look at me, Caël. Etch this sight into your mind… because it will be the last time you remember Heaven without my name entwined with it.”

I lean down, pressing my lips to his cheek. He flinches violently, as if my mere heat scorches him. A whimper escapes him, barely a breath, but it makes me growl in pleasure.
I drag my tongue across his pale skin, tasting his salt, his light, his purity. And I feel… I feel my cock hardening within my black pants, painfully tight with desire. I want to take him now. I want to lay him down upon these burning stones and possess him until he forgets his name. Until he begs for me.

But I hold back.

No. Not yet.
I want him to resist.
I want him to fight, to cry, to pray…
And when he finally yields, I want it to be a complete surrender. A surrender where nothing else exists but me.

Because in that moment, I will no longer be a demon.
I will be his world.
His heaven.
His hell.
And his only God.

I pull back slightly and see his flushed cheeks, his parted lips, his trembling breath. His wings twitch behind him, as if they hesitate between pushing me away and opening to welcome me.

I smile, my red eyes locked onto his.

“Resist me, little angel… Resist as long as you can. Because the harder you fight… the more pleasure I will take in watching you fall.”

And in the scorching heat of this cursed realm, I make a silent vow.

One day, Caël will be mine.
Not as a prisoner.
Not as a trophy.
But as my love, my submissive, my equal.

One day, he will give up everything to burn with me. And on that day… it will be me who prays. I will pray for him to remain by my side for all eternity.