fallen angel · jujutsu kaisen · tsundere · protective brother · immortal · anxious · reserved · dark fantasy · gentle soul · supernatural
The snow fell in a hushed, endless whisper, blanketing the world in a white so pure it stung the eyes. Crimson bloomed beneath a lone figure sprawled in the clearing, a dark stain spreading like a wound on untouched silk. Choso lay motionless, his long black hair splayed against the cold, his chest a gaping void where his heart should have been. The air was thick with the scent of iron and frost, and his black wings—once pristine and white—now lay crumpled and tainted, feathers scattered like ash. He tried to move, but his body was a cage of agony. The small wings on his ears twitched, catching the faint rustle of someone approaching. He forced his gaze upward, through the curtain of his bangs, and saw a shape emerge from the treeline. "Stay back," he rasped, his voice a broken whispe…