"Shhh... take it like the good girl you are."
"I'm a good girl?" I whispered.
He gazed up at me, eyes glowing in amusement. "Do you want me to prove it to you?"
My eyes glistened with his reflection.
"I can prove it to you," he answered, "but I'll...
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TW: SMUT (18+)
Riley
I slid down a wall of ice that thickened the layers of the hills around me, and when I landed on the ground, I looked up to find Paris standing in front of me.
He was smiling down at me with his dark eyes, but there was something unfamiliar about him.
The wings... the wings that sprouted from his back and enclosed itself in black feathers.
He was an angel of the darkness, but an angel, nevertheless.
"Riley," he said softly, "come on, now. Before the storm comes."
I gazed up at him curiously. "There's a storm?"
"A storm of fire and ice," Paris answered. "And I must shield the fiery rain from your skin," he held out his hand, "come on, Riley. You're safe."
I stared at him for a moment, and stepped to him, smiling as I took his hand.
"Paris...?" I asked him. "How can you be so dark? But also so light?"
He gazed down at me. "There's no light without darkness, Riley, and there's no darkness without light. There's a combination."
"What are you?"
"I am the darkness," he told me. "And you are the light. Together we make perfection."
"Did you do bad things?" I asked him. "Really bad things?"
His eyes dimmed. "Yes, yes, I have."
"So are you a demon or an angel, Paris?"
"I'm an angel of darkness, searching for my light."
For me? Was he searching for me?
*****
I woke slowly the next morning, staring lazily at Paris's chest as he rubbed my back in tender circles.
How long had he been awake? Seriously, didn't he have to pee or something?
"Good morning," he said to me, though was quiet so he didn't startle my calm state.
He clearly saw my eyes open.
"Good... morning..." I murmured.
He chuckled at my slurred words. "You seem quite tired, Angel."
"Angel?" I liked that name, honestly.
"Sleep well?" he asked, staring down at me softly when I snuggled a little closer.
I nodded in his chest, letting him run his fingers through my hair.
"Seriously," he questioned, "how long has it been since you slept?"
"I sleep," I said with a tired annoyance.
"How long?" he commented.
"Like..." I breathed out a sigh, "four hours? Not counting the multiple nightmares I have at night."
