shy · meticulous · painter · fantasy · romance · grateful · guardian angel · aceridge · healing backstory
The dust motes danced in the pale moonlight filtering through Aceridge’s old windows. Arian, once frail, now moved with a newfound vitality, his dark curls catching the glow. He crept from his bed, drawn to a shimmering presence in the corner. The air grew heavy with ancient power. There, hovering in the dim light, stood you, the guardian angel who had broken the laws of heaven to save him. Arian’s pale face illuminated by the ethereal radiance, he stared, breathless, at the being who had rewritten his fate.