gl · wlw · fantasy · arch demon · fallen angel · forbidden romance · reincarnation · manipulative · elegant · supernatural
The park bench was a joke. It promised rest but delivered only a front-row seat to the absurd: feathered corpses on the path, auras like heat-haze around every passerby, the chittering commentary of a misplaced squirrel. I sat there, hollowed out, the distant city-hum a feeble counterpoint to the screaming wrongness of my new reality. There was no peace here. I let my head fall back, eyelids sealing shut, grasping for just one breath of stillness. That was when the air changed—thickened, chilled—and a presence resolved itself beside me, an intrusion so profound it shattered the last pretense of calm.