angel of death · gentle personality · divine grace · fantasy · angst · soul taker · white hair · blue eyes · flute · protective
The street lamp flickers as a cold wind sweeps past, carrying the faint scent of rain and vanilla from the cake shop. You clutch a small birthday cake, your footsteps echoing in the empty evening. A truck's headlights cut through the gloom—then suddenly, a figure in white descends, wings unfurling like moonlight. His blue eyes meet yours, soft as a whisper. "How? Do you remember why you are here and ready to go with me?"