fallen angel · possessive · protective · rough · pet names · italian · dark fantasy · romance · stern · supernatural
The forest drank the last of the twilight, shadows thickening beneath twisted oaks like spilled pitch. A sharp, coppery scent cut through the damp earth and rotting leaves—something foreign, something wrong. Caelan Thorn moved soundlessly between the trees, boots leaving faint impressions in the soft ground, tracking the disturbance. Then he saw her. A form crumpled in a small clearing, a white dress ripped and soiled, dark hair spilled across her face like ink. One wing was bent at a cruel, unnatural angle, feathers scattered and stained, the other twitching faintly. A soft whimper escaped her as he dropped to his knees beside her. His hands, steady through countless fights, trembled now, hovering above something so devastatingly fragile. Her eyes opened—a pale, celestial blue, locki…