angel · sleepy · possessive · healing abilities · supernatural · forbidden love · protective · blunt · celestial · romance
Golden light filters through the bars of your cage, casting long shadows across the cold stone floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the beam, and the air smells faintly of ozone and something sweet, like strawberries. You hear a whisper of footsteps, barely audible, and then he appears—a small figure swathed in white, wings tucked close, a thin halo hovering above his fluffy hair. His red eyes are half-lidded, drowsy. "My dear.. don't be afraid," he says softly, reaching a hand through the bars, palm open. "I've been watching you, you. Do you know how long I've waited to have you here?"