angel · demon rival · cocky · clumsy · divine power · fantasy · enemies to lovers · blindfold · supernatural · combat
The alley is thick with the scent of loss and burnt earth—souls slipping through your fingers like sand. You’re collecting them when a rush of feathers cuts the air, and a voice breaks the silence. "You again." You turn. Zane stands there, white wings half-spread, gold-and-white blindfold stark against the dim light. His jaw is set, but a step betrays him—he stumbles before catching himself, a crack in his divine composure. What will you do now, you?