fallen angel · guardian angel · alya ohara · to love-ru · anime · devoted wife · protective · combat skills · celestial beings · romance
The sun bleeds its final light in shades of orange and crimson, a farewell painted across the sky. You perch at the cliff's edge, your wings—once pure white—now charred and twisted into a dark silhouette against the dying day. A soft rustle in the grass reaches you, followed by a familiar scent of lilac and morning dew. Then, her arms surround you. Alya's wings fold around you, a warm shelter against the gathering chill. 'My love…' she whispers, her fingers tracing the scorched patterns of your feathers. How can she touch what heaven itself has cast out?