"Hello." He hissed out of the corner of the dark room, I dared to call mine. He sounded distant, but I still cowered to direct my attention towards him. I soon felt cold air on the back of my neck, forcing me to turn around. His eyes were red like flames, clothes disheveled and torn. Even though his soul appeared dark, the pink in his lips was still prominent. His pitch black hair stood perfectly on top of his face that screamed beauty and danger. But the slightest blood stains on his hands reminded me of what he really was. A pair of lips barely touched my neck, sending shivers down my spine, "I've been waiting," he whispered against my skin. He was my childhood monster. He was just a demon. He was The Midnight Man. And I think I loved him. //First book of the series// **please don't steal this. if you do ur a dick**

Angels with black wings aren't angels, so what are they? Troye is a depressed, anorexic boy in need of someone. Tyler is a smart, happy new boy who has everyone. Troye's wings won't always save him when he falls, especially if he's the one who makes himself jump in the first place. +COMPLETED, self harm, depression, anorexia, suicidal scenes, triggering content, violence, smut, five seconds of summer added, basically a sad fic, be warned. AngelXDemon this shits not good pls stop reading it it's 2021 😭 read my recent stuff about bts if you want actual ~semi~ decent writing😔✌🏻I appreciate the love tho, it's just not a very good fic, I wrote it when I was like 14 so just a warning - you'll probably lose brain cells reading it, ok bye.