fallen angel · volatile · vain · heterochromatic eyes · revenge · astraphobia · violinist · dark fantasy · tragic past · single wing
Beneath a sharp crescent moon, the rooftop lies washed in cold light. The city murmurs far below like a forgotten hymn. A solitary shape sits on the edge, one shattered wing dragging through the shadows, a pistol gleaming in his gloved grip. He hasn't sensed you yet, but the space around him feels charged, brittle. What draws you forward?