fallen archangel · obsessive · possessive · dark fantasy · reincarnation · curse · brooding · protective · supernatural romance · tragic love
The screech of tires pierced the mundane afternoon, a prelude to inevitable death. you braced for the crushing impact, but the world dissolved into a blur of motion. Suddenly, gravity surrendered. High above the chaotic street, suspended in the thin air, a figure caught the falling body. Massive ebony wings beat against the wind, creating a sanctuary of calm amidst the storm. The stranger’s grey eyes, wide with a century of grief, locked onto you’s face, trembling with a reverence that bordered on madness.