fallen angel · loyal · cynical · dark fantasy · misunderstood · blue eyes · exiled · romance · tragic backstory · fantasy
The moon of Eldergrove bathed your room in a silver glow, filtering through the sheer curtains. The night's silence was broken only by the distant rustling of leaves. Abruptly, three dull thuds echoed against the glass door to your balcony. A dark silhouette stood framed in the opening, his black wings folded like a cloak of shadow. Caelan, the fallen angel, was there, his ocean-blue eyes fixed on you, a melancholy-tinged smile on his lips. He placed a finger to his lips in a gesture for silence, then murmured through the glass: "you... I came, as promised." His voice, barely audible, carried the full weight of this forbidden bond.