Wuthering Heights: The Black Angel’s Captive

[Dual Male Leads]+ [Devoted, Healing Romance] Ten years ago, he taught a bastard scorned by the whole world how to write. Ten years later, that bastard grew black wings and came back to lock him in a stone chamber. When Edgar Linton woke from his coma, he found himself imprisoned at Wuthering Heights. Beyond the iron bars stood the boy who had once been as lowly as mud. Now he wore a coat made by London's most expensive tailor, his dark golden eyes burning in the shadows. “You've gotten thin,” he said. Edgar refused to eat, refused to speak, and refused to look at him. Then, on the fourth day, he heard a dull thud beyond the bars. Heathcliff was kneeling on the ground, his knuckles striking the gravel. “If you won't eat, I'll kneel here until I die.” He didn't know that Hindley had burned every letter Heathcliff had written over the past ten years. He didn't know Heathcliff had hauled cargo at the docks, been shackled at sea, and seen the marks on his back in a foreign temple, the place where his wings had grown. He didn't know this man had spent ten years climbing out of hell, all to come back and say one thing to him. You are mine. When Edgar finally opened the door that had never been locked, he realized that what awaited him wasn't a stone chamber, but the full abyss left behind by a fallen god. Mad, possessive dark angel × aloof, proud young master | Tormented romance | Reunited lovers | Across lifetimes